Trapped

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Lyle's POV
Father takes his pointer finger, pointing multiple times at my chest. "It's none of your buisness, is it?"

"You will never touch him again," I clarify.

"Shut your mouth!"

I stand straight, clenching my jaw. "If you do... Everyone will know what you do to him," I say with a firm voice.

He pins his hand over my mouth, running me into the wall.

"Shut up- Shush- Shut- shut your mouth!"

I push him off aggressively. "WHAT YOU DID TO BOTH OF US."

My father shakes with his fist in the air, struggling to speak. He warns me with his finger. "You will never get away with it. Now get out of my sight!"

I get out of the room that was filled with heavy air. My father was seen with his hand on Erik's butt by me earlier this morning. It makes me so uncomfortable and for Erik too.

Ellie's POV
We grabbed blankets from my room and climbed up the ladder in my backyard that leans to the roof. We lie down, looking at the sky.

With arms behind my head, I watch the clouds flow slowly. "Erik..."

He observes the clouds with me. "Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought disappearing?"

"Yeah..." He answers softly.

"Being a cloud is so much easier."

"How so?"

"They disappear so easily. I cannot."

He turns his body towards me. "Is something on your mind?"

"A lot..."

"Tell me what's bothering you."

"My thoughts are nothing that you can help with," I say, finding myself at a dead end.

"Talking and letting it out can help."

"Then talk about your problems. You never talk."

His eyes wander. "I do too..."

"Not if I ask. Like about that scar. Tell me something that is a trouble in your life."

He rolls onto his back. "Well... You know my dad. He can sometimes- Look I don't want to talk."

I sigh. "Then I won't either."

Erik leaves short after of us not talking on the roof. After he left in his car, I rush to the bathroom, barfing in the toilet. I throw up again with my hair being held up. I look at the corner of my eyes at the shoes. I stand, freaking out.

"What do you want, Steve?"

"Just helping my best friend's daughter."

I wipe the residue off my mouth. "I don't need your help of any sort," I say, pushing him aside. I whispered underneath my breath. "Rapist."

My face gets seized by his hand, squeezing it with force. "What was that?"

"N-nothing!"

"No. Say it to my face!"

"You are a RAPIST."

He lets go and laughs. I frown my eyebrow. Then in an instant, my face gets delivered a sting to my cheek. I smack him back. He stands there doing nothing. I do it again, hitting him with all my anger, balling out.

"Ellie!" My dad yells.

He tries to grab me, but I kicked him off. I grabbed a big patch of his hair. "DO YOU LIKE THAT? I DIDN'T"