I'm Here

chapter 8

I stayed up all night. I gave him pain killers and heavy sleep medicine. I stitched the wound. While he was sleeping he started to sweat real bad and shake. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Aaron?" I shook, "Aaron please wake up. Wake up."
He shot up and grabbed my hand. I jumped and he grabbed his side. He squeezed his eyes shut and gasped.
"Easy," I shook, "easy. Aaron just lay down. It's OK I'm here."
I helped him lay down and he let go of my hand.
"Sorry," he winced.
"No its ok," I smiled, "it's OK. Are you hurting?"
"Yeah," he winced again, "but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
I set my hand out and smiled. He looked at me.
"It's ok," I smiled.
He smiled and put his hand on mine. His other hand was over his gash. I gently moved it and stood up. I walked to the bathroom and got a towel. His dad appeared behind me and threw me into the wall. I Screamed.
"What are you doing?" He asked, "trying to kill him!?"
"No," I cried, "im trying to help him."
He tied my hands to a rail. He kicked me a few times. I spit up blood and he kicked my face. He took a piece of tape and put it over my mouth. I tried to scream but I couldn't. He smiled and left. A few moments later Aaron appeared. He fell in front of me and took off the tape.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"my dad walked back by my room," he came to me, "he smiled and walked back off. I knew something was wrong. I tried to get here faster but I couldn't. I'm so sorry."
"Stop it," I said, "don't apologize you shouldn't be up anyways."
Since both my hands were tied I couldn't really untie them. He went behind me and untied my hands. He wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped mine around him.
"Is that blood from you?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said, "your dad kicked me a few times. In the stomach and face. Then after I spit that a few times he put tape over my mouth and left."
"Im so sorry," he sighed, "it's my fault. If I wouldn't have said no thanks then I wouldn't have been shot. If I wasn't shot then I wouldn't be hurt. If I wasn't hurt then you wouldn't be here."
"Aaron it's ok," I cried, "it's ok. You're here now although I would rather you not be you should be resting."
"And take the chance of you dieing?" He said, "not in a million years."
That made me smile. I closed my eyes and he pulled away. I felt his lips press against mine. I kept my eyes closed and he pulled back away.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I just...I-
"It's ok," I smiled, "it was nice."
"Well come on let's go," he said.
I nodded and stood up. I helped him back to his room and sat him on his bed.
"Lay down," I smiled, "I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Aren't you going to go to bed?" He asked.
"Of course," I said.
He smiled and laid down. I watched him fall asleep. I didn't. I watched him to make sure nothing would happen. I looked over and felt something go over my hand. I looked down and saw his. I smiled and chuckled a bit. I looked back at the clock. 2:30 a.m. I yawned and stayed sitting up. A while later I heard a voice.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked groggy.
"Making sure you'll be ok," I sighed, "so you don't hurt."
"Please lay down," he said.
How could I pass that up?
I smiled and laid next to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
"Roll over," he whispered.
I turned to where I was facing him. He kissed my forehead and closed his eyes.
"Go to sleep beautiful," he whispered.
I smiled and closed my eyes. Soon I was asleep.
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Aaron pov
She told me that she would go to sleep but didn't. I felt bad. I made her lay next to me. She turned over to where she was facing me and I kissed her forehead. She was soon asleep. I wanted to stay awake. To make sure that she would be OK. That is exactly what I did. Earlier when I saw her tied up my heart dropped. I can't believe my dad would do that, but he did. I fell besides her and untied her and took off the tape. I wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped her arms around me. She helped me back to my room, and made me lay down. That's when I fell asleep and woke up to her sitting up. That's also when I made her lay down and rest up a bit. I'm not the only one that needs rest in this household. She definitely needs it too. I just hope that my dad doesn't decide to sell her. I don't know what I would do if he did. She woke back up a few moments later.
"What are you doing up?" She asked.
"Making sure you'll be ok," I smiled.
"Go to bed," she sighed, "please for me."
I chuckled and laid next to her. She was cold, especially her hands. I put them on my neck since that was the hottest part of my body. She smiled and closed her eyes. I closed mine and soon we were both asleep again.
FLASHBACK ON AARONS PAST LIFE!!
My dad walked in with my mother by her neck. She was gasping for air. I was about nine years old when this happened. He threw her on the ground and laughed. She ran to me and hugged me.
"Dad stop!" I cried, "please dad stop!"
He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. I shouted and my mom tried to get to me. She wasn't fast enough. My dad locked her in my room and tossed me down the stairs. I was already bruised up. I hit the bottom and grabbed my ankle. Please don't be broken, I prayed. He came down the stairs and stepped on me. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a knife. He made me take off my shirt and sliced my back. I screamed and started to cry harder. I heard my door slam open and my mom ran down the stairs. She didn't notice that my dad had a knife and didn't notice that I was hurt. She ran out of the house and I could hear her car start.
"No mom!" I cried, "mom don't go!"
My dad ran out of the front door. He came back in but my mom didn't. He slammed the door and threw the knife. It landed right by me. I was crying and started to Stand up. He kicked my face and I fell. Later that night he went back upstairs and into his room. I stood and crawled back up to mine. My mom never came home that night. I remember the police coming to the house the next day. My dad answered and took the news that my mom had gotten into am accident and passed at the hospital.
END OF FLASHBACK!!
I woke up quickly and grabbed my back. She sat up quickly and gave me a startled look.
"Sorry," I sighed, "bad dream."
"It's ok," she nodded, "want to talk about it."
"My dad walked in with my mother by her neck. She was gasping for air. I was about nine years old when this happened. He threw her on the ground and laughed. She ran to me and hugged me.
'Dad stop!' I cried, 'please dad stop!'
He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. I shouted and my mom tried to get to me. She wasn't fast enough. My dad locked her in my room and tossed me down the stairs. I was already bruised up. I hit the bottom and grabbed my ankle. Please don't be broken, I prayed. He came down the stairs and stepped on me. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a knife. He made me take off my shirt and sliced my back. I screamed and started to cry harder. I heard my door slam open and my mom ran down the stairs. She didn't notice that my dad had a knife and didn't notice that I was hurt. She ran out of the house and I could hear her car start.
'No mom!' I cried, 'mom don't go!'
My dad ran out of the front door. He came back in but my mom didn't. He slammed the door and threw the knife. It landed right by me. I was crying and started to Stand up. He kicked my face and I fell. Later that night he went back upstairs and into his room. I stood and crawled back up to mine. My mom never came home that night. I remember the police coming to the house the next day. My dad answered and took the news that my mom had gotten into am accident and passed at the hospital," I explained everything, "that's what happened."
Her eyes were wide and she looked upset.