Invisible

Chapter 12

Fear courses through my body as I slowly get up and follow Payton. What could Nash want with me? Why is he mad? What is he going to do with me? I feel my hands start to shake.

"Hey it's alright I won't let him hurt you." I hear Jack G say.

Before I can respond I hear Nash yell "Miranda where are you, you stupid bitch?" Followed by glass shattering and people screaming. Payton gives me look asking if I want to confront him. I nod knowing it will only get worse.

I turn the corner and enter the large living room. In the center is Nash, red faced and holding a beer bottle. Everyone's heads turn to me. "There you are." nash says with an evil smirk on his face.

"What do you want Nash?" I ask calmly.

"It's time for you to go home."

"Over my dead body." I turn around and see claire glaring at Nash.

"And who are you?"

"Her friend who's not letting her go home with your drunk ass." Claire isn't backing down and I'm getting scared. Nash is never told no.

"Listen here." Nash slurs and starts walking towards claire "I don't care who you are, but that is my sister, and I will do whatever I please with her." I want to say something, but I don't know what!

"I think Miranda can decide for herself what she wants."

All eyes turn to me. Expecting to choose Nash or claire "I-i-i don't want t-t-to go with y-y-you Nash.

Claire gives him a smug look while Nash just looks shocked. "You'll regret this." He whispers in my ear as he storms out the door. I shudder

Someone yells loudly next to me "good job standing up for yourself!" It's Emily.

"Yeah!" Says ashleigh. All my friends start crowding around me.

"Um thanks but it was really claire that stood up to him not me." I reply.

"Don't be so modest it wouldn't have been worth it is you hadn't told him no." Claire assures me.

I start to panic at the memory of the last time I told nash no. "I have to go home!" I blurt out.

"What? You can't not with that psycho living with you." Chandni says.

"I have to go I'm sorry I'll explain later." I run out the door and start pedaling to my house. My breaths are short and ragged, and I can feel a panic attack coming on. I try and fight it but I can't, and I end up falling off my bike. I cry out and pain as I twist my ankle. I try and move it but I can't. I look around and realize I'm in the middle of no where. In my rush to get home I must have taken some wrong turns.

I crawl over to a near bye tree and just break down sobbing. Screaming and crying hysterically.

"Miranda? What's wrong." I turn and see jack j appear.

"Perfect!" I yell. "Just the thing I needed the boy who apparently is in a coma but only I can see him. Just another reminder of how fucked up I am.

"What happened?"

"What happened! What happened! What hasn't happened is more like it. First off my dad was an abusive alcoholic, and then once my mom and I finally get rid of him she marries a guy who has an abusive step son!" Jack looks shocked and also kind of sad . "Oh jack I'm so sorry I shouldn't have yelled at you. None of this is your fault it's all mine."

"Hey it's not your fault."

"Yes it is! I'm the one who pissed off nash and made him hate me. It's my fault for being born which made my dad start drinking." I start to hyperventilate and it feels like I'm being dragged down through water. I can't breathe I think I'm dying.

"Miranda." I hear jacks voice but it sounds muffled. "Miranda I need you to look at me focus. You're okay you're going to be alright. It's not your fault none of it is. I start taking deeper breaths and begin to calm down. "Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks Jack. How'd you know what to do?"

"Oh my um mom gets them sometimes."

"Oh."

"Yeah well anyways care to share more about your dad at all?"

"Um not really."

"Please I need to know what he did to you."

"Oh um all right." I'm scared I've never told anyone about my dad. I take a long and slow breath and then start the story. "I was about three when my dad started drinking. At first it was only a little at first, he would come home a little tipsy but nothing to bad, but as the years went by it got worse and worse. But one day he came home more drunk than ever before. He had hit my mom and I before, but this, this was just torture. He kept saying that I was useless whore and as punishment he he he tied my mom to a chair and started beating her."

I break down for minuet and jack comforts me and waits for me to finish. " I tried to help her I really did, but every time I got close he would he would cut me. That's how I got this" I pull up my shirt and show jack my scar going from my upper rib cage and down to my belly button."

"That's terrible." Jack says astonished.

"Yeah." I reply and then continue. "He beat my til she was unconscious, and then he started towards me. My dad grabbed my arm and twisted it and if I screamed he only twisted harder until it broke. He was about to break the other one when the cops showed up. I guess the neighbors heard my mom and i's screams. They dragged him away. And I haven't seen him since. I haven't slept in years because when ever I close my eyes I just see him standing over me with a knife in his hand" I start crying and fall into jacks arms, and for once I don't fall threw.

"Shhhhhh Miranda." He whispers. "It's alright I've got you you're safe now. It's alright he can't get you anymore."

My sobs subside and I just listen to the sound of his calming voice. I start to drift off into sleep, but before I do I swear I hear jack say "I'll protect, no one will ever hurt you again." I fall into my first peaceful sleep in years.

Authors note
YAYYY I updated sorry about taking forever life's been getting in the way pleae tell me what you think i feel like my quality is going down guys:( what do you think? Pleas let me know. Also this is unedited because it's super late and I know you guys are tired of waiting.