Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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I stared wide eyed at Tyler, who barged inside my room like a fuming dragon. For a brief moment, as our eyes met, his features softened, but just as soon as that happened, his face hardened once again.

He marched my way threateningly. I was already an emotional mess. Tyler's sinister demeanor just added to my mental state, and I started to sob uncontrollably, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but my plan was cut short by headboard of my bed.

He stopped at the end of my bed, staring down at my trembling form.

"What's his last name?" he didn't ask, simply demanded an answer that I was not capable of giving him. Firstly, I was far too shaken to say a single word. Secondly, I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Answer me! What is his God damn last name!" He roared, making me jump and whimper in fear. He looked like a beast in a God's skin. This must have been the real Tyler. The ruthless killer who everyone called Animus.

"Shut up, you fucking piece of shit! You are scaring her. Get out or I swear it won't matter that we are brothers... I will put this fucking bullet through your head!" Alex finally came in the room, pointing a gun at the furious beast of a man in front of me.

"I..I don't know... what you are talking about," I whimpered even more when he threw a chair at the wall, breaking it into pieces. I realized what he asked. I just didn't want to speak about it.

"What the hell is wrong with you man!" Alex shouted while Tyler spoke in deadly voice, "What is that son of a bitch's last name kitten? Don't make me ask again."

"What are you talking about?" My brother came closer to Tyler, still holding his gun aimed at his head.

"Oh, Amy here knows exactly what I am talking about, don't you, baby? But if you need a little something to freshen up your memory..." Tyler smirked a little when I jumped up yelling "No, no, I remember." I didn't need for him to spill out my secret to Alex, who was looking between us suspiciously yet confused.

Tyler didn't say another word but looked at me with that intense look that made me want to spill everything. I sighed and looked at my hands in my lap, still trying to calm down. I probably looked like a mess that I felt.

"It's Lawrence. His name is Greg Lawrence," I finally said. There was a sudden silence in the room, making me feel uncomfortable. I looked up. Tyler was emotionless, while Alex looked more confused than before. Though something changed about him. It was like his whole aura became dark.

"How do you know that name?" My brother demanded. Now it was my turn to be confused.

"I asked you a question. How do you know that name, Amabel?" he asked once more. Alex had lowered his gun and was now looking at me with that threatening look that Tyler used a moment ago when he barged inside my room.

"I...ah... don't know what you are talking about..." I mumbled. Why was I in this situation? All I wanted was to suffer in peace all by my self. Was that too much to ask?

"Amy... Honey, you know that there is not a single thing in this universe that you can't trust us with. We are your family and if you are in trouble, no matter how big or small it might be, let us help you." Dad stood by the entrance of my room. I hadn't even noticed him there. The pained look on his face broke my heart.

"They deserve to know the truth, especially now that he's in the town," Tyler spoke now in a much more gentle tone. Either he had calmed down or he just didn't want to scare me even more.

"Alright, I have no idea what is going on here, but it is time for you to spill the beans Amabel," Alex sat down beside me on the bed. He had put his gun away completely.

I was put in the corner. I guess it was time for them to know the truth, but how does one tell her family about all the dreadful things that happened to her?

"I..." this was so hard, but I took a deep breath and continued. "Greg Lawrence is my... was my boyfriend," I corrected myself. The look on Alex's and dad's faces was nothing but a pure shock.

"We were dating while I was in college. Actually, we lived together for some time. That was until..." that's when I stopped. I just couldn't bring myself to tell them.

"Amy, I understand that it's hard, and you are scared. I can see it in your eyes, but it's time you trust us. We will get through it together." Dad came to my other side and hugged me. I still hadn't stopped crying. All the progress I had made was thrown out the window, leaving me damaged and scared. Even in dad's arms I didn't feel safe anymore.

"He beat me and ra... he rap..." I couldn't say that word aloud. Not in front of my family. I just brought my hands around dad's chest and buried my face against his shirt, completely ruining it with my tears. "I'm so sorry daddy."

"Shh, it's not your fault. It's going to be alright," he said and caressed my back soothingly, but the tone in which he spoke and the way he tensed... I just knew that he was no longer my daddy. He had gone into his gang mode, meaning he wanted blood.

"Alex," dad spoke up, but didn't get a response from his son. "Alex!" he shouted a little more loudly. That seemed to bring Alex out of his trance. "Go and call Grim. Tell him that we need to have a meeting at the base ASAP," dad ordered. Alex hesitated before finally he nodded and left.

"Honey, I have to go, but before that I'm going to take you to Martha. I don't want you to be alone right now." As he said that, I looked up at him through my glossy eyes.

"Dad, that's the only thing I want right now. Please. I need to be alone. I promise I'll be fine and if anything I'll call you. Just please, let me stay here," I begged. I didn't want to be anywhere near people, plus I couldn't face Martha or anyone after my confession. I knew that everyone would look at me with that pity in their eyes, just like I saw Alex and dad do.

"I don't know..." he was going to object, but I interrupted him.

"Please, I'm begging you." I looked at him with the saddest eyes I could master and knew I'd won when he sighed.

"Take this. You know how to use it. I'll put someone on the lookout around the house and you call the second something seems off. Do you hear me?" he was serious.

"I will, dad," I assured and took the gun from his hands. I was only seven when he started to train me using one. So yeah, I knew how to use a gun.

"Alright. I won't be long. Take some rest and, well... be safe. I'll come home as soon as I can. And I promise you, we will make him pay." Dad hugged me one more time before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving me and Tyler all alone. He was staring at me with a clenched jaw and crossed arms on his chest. I didn't want to look at him or be anywhere near him. He was the reason why my dad would probably never let me leave the house or why Alex would never let any man near me ever again. Tyler just couldn't have kept his stupid mouth shut and let me deal with this on my own. No. Instead, he had to go and demand the truth.

"Get out," I seethed through gritted teeth.

"Kitten..." he stepped closer, but I looked at him with so much anger that he stopped in his tracks.

"Get out and never come back. I don't want to see your face ever again. Just get out," I said and didn't wait for his response. I just laid down and pulled covers over myself. After a few moments, I heard a sigh and then footsteps followed by a closed door, leaving me in complete silence.

That was when I broke down in tears once again.