The Boy With The Eyes That I Can Only Remember( Kickthepj/Pj Liguori )

Chapter 3

I woke up in a place i knew all to well.

Chris's house.

I sat up in a panic and searched for the nearest exit.

My bones were shaking me from the inside out and i knew that chris wouldn't just leave me alone after seeing my bruises and scars so i would imagine he was somewhere in the house.

I had finally found the door but quickly noticed a note taped to the handle.

The note read:

Olivia,

Before you leave please come and see me i want to talk to you Olivia...

Chris

Oh no, he wanted to talk that means he wants to see me looking like a beat up vodo doll.

I slipped the note into my pocket and slowly made my way up to chris's room.

Before i got to the door i slid into the bathroom to look in the mirror. yes, just as i had suspected, all my makeup was wiped away and my scars and bruises were visible.

There was a nice big scar the was on my cheek that wrapped around my mouth and onto my chin.

There were multiple blackened bruises on my forehead and near my eyes.

I moved my hand around my face and observed my beaten body.

All i wanted to do was run away far away from here where no one could judge me for who i am or what people do to me. But I knew i couldn't, and chris wasn't going to do that to me.

I slowly and quietly dragged my feet out of the bathroom and began walking to chris's room again.

I was near the door now when the door swung open and Chris's face was right next to mine.

He jumped back in fear with wide eyes. He screamed a high pitched scream that i didn't even think could come out of a man but managed its way out of chris.

I laughed at his girlish scream and he smiled at his foolishness.

I joined him in his room, sucking up all the pride i still had left in my body and sat down on his bed.

He plopped himself down right next to me, just as close as he was sitting when he kissed me.

He put his arms around my body and hugged me really tight.

Chris had hugged me before but this was different this one made the sparks in my stomach turn into a fire.

I closed my eyes and excepted the hug.

My eyelids filled with water and i began to sob into the his shoulder.

He hugged me tighter. Him holding me was warm, and inviting. I had never experienced a hug so passionate.

He finally pulled away and all i wanted to do was go back into his arms.

He looked me dead in the eyes with the most serious look.

"I want you to tell me, everything." He said softly but breathing out the word everything like it was fire.He stared at me with those beautiful eyes again and said "do you trust me?" I shook me head indicating, yes."Then tell me." He whispered into my left ear.

His words made my spine shiver and send a shock through my whole body.

I stared at him and whispered the only 2 words that i could make out through my soul filled with fear, doubt, and disappointment.

"My dad"

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I know what you all thinking "hey! This is a kickthepj love story where the fuck is peej!" well hold your fucking horses hes not here yet there not even in London yet jees..... He'll come he'll come.

-Kiera