* TW: ABUSE AND SH. PLEASE DON'T READ TO BOLD SECTION IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU<3*
Kinsley's POV:
I wake up to somebody poking my forehead. I let it continue for a couple more seconds till I get annoyed. I quickly slap the hand away.
"Hey!" Haden says
"Stop it, Haden." I close my eyes again quickly falling back asleep. Only a few minutes go by when I'm pushed hard, making me instantly wake up. I open my eyes to see Haden fake gagging.
"You touched me. Do it again and I'll break your arm." I turn to him and look at him astonished.
"So, let me get this straight. You can poke my forehead, causing me to wake up, but when I fall asleep and accidentally land on you it's not okay."
"Yeah? Why is that so hard for you to understand?" he says, not breaking eye contact.
"You make no fucking sense." I turn back into my seat and look at the road before us. I realized we were approaching the street to our dorms and quickly unbuckled. The driver slammed on his brakes, causing me to slam forward. Greyson does his best to hold onto me, but Haden starts bursting out in laughter.
I turn to look at him one last time and said "You're so fucked up." His laughter stops and he glares at me.
"Do you ever learn to shut up?"
"Fuck you, Haden."
Jess jumps up when Greyson helps me out of the car.
"Thanks Grey." I say. He turns to look at me with a big smile on his face.
"You finally called me Grey!"
"I did?"
"Yeah, and you have to admit it's hotter than Greyson." He says with a cheeky smile.
"Sure Grey, what ever lets you sleep at night."
"She said it again" he says turning to Jess. She just nods in agreement. We continue our short walk to mine and Jess's apartment. I turn to say my goodbyes when they continue walking to the elevator. I was a little confused why they would want to come to our dorm, but I let it happen anyway.
We get into our dorm and I grab my clothes to take a shower. I didn't really care if they were here, I just wanted to get Jess's greasy pasta off my body.
After my shower, I change into my sweatshirt and shorts. I walk out of the bathroom and into the main room to see Haden laying on my bed watching TV.
"Get off." I demanded.
"No." he says, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
"Scooch then." He moves over a centimeter and makes eye contact with me.
"This good?"
"Unless you want me to punch you in the throat, I'd advise you to get off or scooch over." He moves his feet up and lets me lay by the wall. I lay flat on my back and close my eyes. Before I know it, I'm out.
(everything in bold is her dream. Just a little reminder everything that happens in her dreams are flashbacks of her past experiences.)
I wake up, back in my room in Colorado. My father peers over at me from the corner. I look around, the room is pitch black, but I can still see his shadow. I try to pretend I never woke up, but he hears the covers slightly ruffle.
My dad comes over to me grabbing me by my wrist. He forces me out of bed and into the bathroom. I try with all my power to slow him down. He points me towards the mirror.
"You see that?" he says "That ugly piece of shit killed my son. You are fat, worthless, a coward, and worst of all a murderer." A tear streams down my face and I try to brush it away, but he stops me.
"You don't deserve to cry after all you did. If you killed somebody, you don't get the right to cry." He yells at me and hits me hard in the face.
Another tear streams down, falling faster. After every tear I let leave my body, he hit me in return. He Forces my wrists up to the counter.
"You see this?" he asks pointing to my scars. "You deserve twenty more."
"No, dad don't" I plead to him.
"No back talking." he yells at me while hitting my cheek again. I try with all my power not to let another tear stream down my face. He leaves me alone in the bathroom, locking it behind him.
Before I know it, he's back with more beer and a razor blade.
"Dad, please don't" I plead, but I know it won't do anything.
He grabs my wrists and forcefully makes another line. I scream in pain and go to grab my wrists.
"Stop screaming, You and I both know you deserve this" I close my eyes preparing for the next wave of pain. "OPEN YOU'RE DAMN EYES!" he yells at me. He hands me pills, making me swallow one after another. He hands me his beer and makes me chug it. He hands me 10 more pills. I close my mouth, trying to do everything not to get them in my mouth.
"Open your fucking mouth Kinsley." My dad says, prying it open.
Before I know it I'm passed out on the ground, bleeding out. My dad places the razor blade in my wrist, making it look like I did this.
Hours go by and I wake up, wrists bandaged up. I walk out of the bathroom and grab 4 Advil's. I walk downstairs to get water and see my dad passed out on the couch. I tip toe into the kitchen. I get my glass of water and turn to leave. Dad traps me in the kitchen and unbuckles his belt.
He calls me over, and I know if I don't obey he will hurt me even worse. I go over and he grabs my wrist, making me drop the water glass.
"You're so fucking idiotic. Why couldn't you be like your brother? He would be so disappointed in you." He says these words everyday, reminding me of my mistakes, but I've become so numb to them it doesn't hurt anymore. He moves a little, stepping on glass.
"That's it, face me." I do as he says. He grabs his belt, bringing it up to my face, continuously hitting it until it draws blood. I let out a quite whimper of pain, when he hits me more. He forces me onto the ground and begins to take off-
"Kinsley fucking wake up" I hear, but it doesn't come from my dad.
-His pants. I gulp, unknowing what he's going to do to me. I look around for mom-
"Gosh dammit Kinsley wake up!" I hear again, but nobody is here with me.
-Not knowing where in the world she is. Dad grabs my wrists and pulls me onto the couch. He grabs another beer, chugging it down- his liquid courage. He tells me to strip-
"KINSLEY WAKE UP" Somebody yells at me causing me to snap out of it. I wake up, tears running down my face. My eyes meet Haden's and I notice I had a piece of his shirt balled up in my wrist.
"What the fuck happened? You were crying and shaking." Haden asks concerned. I shift uncomfortably and let go of Haden.
"Nothing, I don't even remember it." I lie to him. Haden doesn't press the situation and turns back to the TV.
I excuse myself to the bathroom and lock it behind me. I go to the sink and poor cold water on my face. I pull my sweatshirt down and stare at my wrist. The scars are still there, but they are less prominent. I sigh and walk back out and prepare myself for their stares.
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Sorry this whole chapter was basically about her abusive past, but it's really needed for kinsley's future.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed... Should I make the next chapter about Haden's experience while she was having her nightmare?
lots of love <3,
Reese :)
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