Valentine's Day

Chapter Twelve

OMG I can't believe I actually made it all the way to chapter twelve! I have never written something so systematically and orderly my whole life so I'm happy! Anyway, this is going to be a chapter full of rather intense pain(at least i hope) and So...heehee its time to put my daydreaming to good use eh? Hahaha! Tell me if there's any improvement I can make because honestly, I'm a bit at a crossroad here. And I can't continue!! Oh, by the way, if I write an entire paragraph in italics, it's kind of like background information:) Juliet isn't remembering it, but I want to give you guys a...tale of how things were back then:)

CHAPTER TWELVE:

Pain was a beautiful thing. It was sharp, precise, stark and beautiful. It was never the same.  

Seven years ago...

Juliet's P.O.V:

  I bounced my purple ball along the pavement back to my house. Aunt Judie said that Wes wasn't home yet, but I knew he was. He had no extra lessons today, so he couldn't go anywhere else. But Aunt Judie looked so worried when I asked her, so I decided not to tell her. Wes might get into trouble if I did. I stopped at the gate, thinking hard. Where could he be? How can he just leave me here and run off? Now, I had no one to play with! I sighed and turned to the tree house behind his home. Well, it was his tree house, but since he left me like this, he can't scold me if I went up there to play. I was really very bored. Everything was so boring. I put my ball between the big tree's roots and took the ladder carefully. Wes said that the strings were going to break soon, but it'll never happen. However, he did say that I better be caredul, so I will. I climbed up quickly and pushed myself onto the wooden floor. And then, I saw Wes. He looked terrible!

Wes' P.O.V:

  Everywhere hurt. My head, my face, my nose, my eye, my ears. I felt like I had no more hair, and my hands were red from their trodding. I wanted to make a big hole in the floor and bury myself in it, to hide away from them, to never let them hurt me again. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow of the bed, and even that hurt. I let out a small whimper of pain and felt tears roll down my cheeks and smart the cuts there. I wrapped my sore arms around my torn shirt and tried to block out what Alex and the rest did. My heart thudded with fear that they were going to hit me again. No, I shook my head and curled up tighter on the bed. They were never going to find me here. They didn't know that this tree house existed, so they can't hurt me here. For a moment, I relaxed. Then, I heard the creaking of the ladder and I sat up in shock, feeling pain all over my body. They can't know! They can't have! Just then, I saw the familiar purple cap, and the loose strands of blond hair. Juliet's head popped up, and she gasped.

Juliet's P.O.V:

  "Wes?" I gapsed, scrambling into the house, running towards him.

  He looked like he was going to die! He had purple bruises on his forehead, and his arms had those cuts...those lines made by fingernails, and his jeans were torn again, with half-dried scabs. He had been crying. He has never cried since...I have never seen him cry!

  "Wes, are you alright?" I asked, worried.

  "M'fine" He mumbled, moving away from me.

  I climbed onto the bed and stared at his injuries. 

  "Who did this to you?" I demanded, feeling angry.

  I would hit the person until his nose breaks and that he can no longer walk!

  How could he do this to Wes? 

  "No one." He mumbled again, rubbing his tears away.

  Why didn't he want to tell me?