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This chapter is from Samantha's pov and and contains self-harm. This chapter is not needed to continue the story but if you wish to get more into her past and how she was before than please read it (as long as self-harm and mention of rape doesn't trigger you or cause you discomfort)
I walked down the stairs ready to greet Amelia. Our father wasn't home yet, a privilege I hoped for often. He wasn't abusive, not yet. His voice boomed though, it would vibrate throughout the house. It made me scared. He didn't have to be angry or yell for his voice to have that effect.
I saw her. A smile on my face at the sight of her. She was crying her hands wrapped around her body. Her eyes were red and puffy. The veins in her eyes were more obvious against her green eyes. She looked like life had been drained from her. "What happened?" I asked approaching her.
I cupped Amelia's cheek my thumb rubbing against her tear-stained skin. "Come on," I whispered grabbing her hand walking her upstairs. I sat next to her but she scooted away. "Amelia?" I questioned hoping for an answer. Hoping she would tell me she was okay.
I knew she was triggered easily but I could calm her most of the time. And in those rare instances, I would just hold her until she fell asleep. That usually worked, that usually made her feel better knowing I was there.
I examined her trying to find a physical source of her pain. I saw some dried blood on her thigh. "Amelia, tell me what happened." I tried to keep my tone calm. I tried to control my anger. I felt a fire rage through me and an urge to punish anyone to hurt her. "Amelia, we're you hurt?" I asked looking at her. She nodded slowly.
"Okay, did they touch you?" I forced through my lips. It felt like gas fueling the anger in me. My fists were clenched and I hid them from her view. She didn't like when I was angry, she didn't like how I was willing to hurt others for her. She nodded again hiccupping a couple of times due to her crying.
"Can you point to me where?" I asked I knew she wouldn't talk so I needed to figure out everything without her speaking. Her finger pointed to her waist. I forced out an exhaled as I trembled with rage. "I'm gonna be right back," I spoke softly before walking out and closing the door behind me.
I tried to focus on my breathing something my aunt had suggested. I imaged each exhale as my anger left my body and mind. But it didn't work, it didn't calm my urge to hurt the one who hurt her. To bring my fists across their face.
I felt tears on my face as my anger consumed me. I wiped them gently trying to be strong and not show that I was crying. I wasn't just mad I was scared. Scared that the one person I loved would become numb. I couldn't lose the light she gave me.
I opened the door and kneeled in front of her. "Do you want to clean up or go to bed?" I used my finger to lift her chin. "1 or 2?" I clarified. She put up one finger and I nodded. "Stay here," she nodded.
I headed to her bathroom I turned the shower on and waited for it to be warm. I put the toilet seat down and grabbed a towel. I went back into her room grabbing clothes. I handed her underwear and bra, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, you change you're underwear and come into the bathroom." She nodded and I took the pants and shirt into the bathroom waiting for her to come in.
