SECRETS ~H.S

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          It's funny how one simple thing can just change your life, or that one simple person. When those piercing green eyes appeared in front of me, I never knew they would have so much meaning to me. Those eyes are what made me feel alive and free, but most importantly, those eyes are what saved me. HE saved me.

The loud yelling outside of my window was what awakened me from my sleep. I carefully lifted my sore body and glanced around my room. Nothing but white cheap paint and holes in the walls.

A yawn escaped my lips while moving my feet from the bed, to the cold wood floor. I got up quietly but quickly, and walked over to my dresser. I grabbed my usual outfit, denim blue jeans topped with my plain black v neck and slipped them onto my fragile body. My eyes then roamed around my bedroom in search for my black and white converse, and once I spotted them under my bed, I walked over. As I bent down on my knees to grab them, the floor made a cracking noise. I froze in fright, holding my breath while waiting. I waited for him.

Seconds have passed and suddenly, I hear glass being broken from the kitchen, and I release the breath I had been holding in.

I stand up and bring my shaky hands to my head to take my braids out of my jet black hair. Slowly after, I walk towards my mirror and look at the person who I've become because of them.

A huge cut/bruise appear on my cheek bone, the color of the ocean waves crashing onto the beach. My eyes travel to my lips and I see a thrash through the top and bottom lip. The blood has finally dried up from yesterday, and my sweet lips look plump. What the hell did they do to me ? I push away the tears and anger that was about to let loose and just take a deep breath.

My arm reaches over to my shelf above my mirror where my Nikon matte black camera lays and I clamp onto it. I had finally bought it for myself just recently with all of the spare money I wounded up.

I walk over to my bedroom door and step out slowly and close it behind me. Ease is what I walk with, slightly prepared for what I was about to witness once I see my so called parents, or in other words them.

I wouldn't give them the parent title anymore, matter of fact, I will never give them that honor. They are just people who live here with me in this house of horrors. The abusive drunken man and the crying drugged out lady. I stand in my hallway, and listen to the fighting along with sobs coming from the lady. The man doesn't care for her or her loud sobs because the tone of his voice says so, along with the smashing of another plate towards her body.

The courage inside of me builds up and  I pop my head from out of the hallway and look towards the kitchen. They have their backs facing me, it is the perfect time. My heart starts racing, a physical feeling that has become like a medication to me now.

I take the chance and make a run for it towards the front door and keep running until I hit the bushes from the neighbors yard. I slid on their wet grass while my breathing hitched in my throat at the same time.

I lift my head and look through the bushes and see the front door swing open. The lady runs out with the angry man following behind her and they look for me down the street, the opposite direction I am in and behind the cars, before stepping inside once again.

A sigh of relief hits me while I stand up and begin to walk. This was a daily routine for me. I was getting use to it still, because it was not always like this.

I had happy loving parents that would not ever let anything happen to their precious daughter. They were the most beautiful people inside and out, but until I hit the age of 15 my whole world suddenly changed.

They became the monsters they are today by hanging around the wrong people from their past, and falling back into old habits that they said they would never do again.

My pale fingers dance through my hair a habit I have come great familiar with. A breath of fear comes from my lips. I need to get out of that damn house.

My thoughts fade away as I slip into reality and proceed to walk. I enjoyed walking into the city on days like these. Very gloomy, cloudy, and a little misty. I gripped my camera and smiled. This is where I take my best photos.

I capture everyday people doing their everyday routine. When they are laughing it makes me smile because hardly anyone smiles here. It seems so uptight, like everyone has a frown mask they put on before entering the "Big Apple".

From the corner of my eye, I see a beautiful art piece on a random brick wall. Younger people are taking their pictures in front of it and I find this as my photo of the day.

I take a few in different angles smiling at the happy people my age laughing. Something I have not done since I was 15. As I snap my last picture, I feel as if the same brick wall the people are at has bumped into the left side of me.

I lose my balance, and my camera slips  from my hands but I was quick to react and carefully caught it just as it was about to hit the concrete.

Quickly, I turn to the person who bumped into me and all I saw were piercing green emerald eyes.

A frown overtook the young mans face. His features were very masculine and stone cold. If looks could kill, I would've died right then and there.

He mumbled under his breath while eyeing me and continued to walk like nothing happened. Not even a simple sorry was heard from the young man.

My eyes followed him walking slowly around the city. Whenever a random person saw him they quickly turned the other way.

I took out my camera and snapped a few pictures of the looks on people's faces as they see him walk by. A mysterious stone cold man.

I shook my head and walked the opposite direction of him, and into a book store I always stay in just so I don't have to go home and face what is behind closed doors.

I push the door open while hearing the bell at the top of the door go off. I quickly begin to look for the book I was reading yesterday and I find my hands grazing some books on the shelves until I finally find it on the shelf above my height.

I sat down at the chair in the back of the store, my usual spot, the spot where no one ever goes for some reason. I flip through the novel and find the corner of the page I folded and begin to read where I left off.

The whole store became quite and suddenly, I hear the bell ringing through my ears and the sound of boots walking slowly was heard in the distance. I ignored it and tried to read again but the steps only got louder and closer.

My eyes look toward the floor once I see boots in front of me. They slowly followed up the body, only to see the piercing green eyes once again.

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HEY GUYS!! Well, I'm back with a new story and I really hope you will continue to read it !! (It has many surprises and plot twists in it) So, please vote and comment what you thought on this chapter ! Well, thanks for reading loves ! Xx

-Jacinda