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"Cause I'm not fine at all"

- cole -

(this could possibly be triggering to people who have been victims of domestic abuse so this is just a warning)

I remembered that night when I'd finally had enough.

I climbed up the tree by her window, the window we always used to sneak out of when we were kids.

I knocked on it, being careful not to fall.

As I clung to the branches, I heard shuffling and heavy breathing from her room.

I knocked repeatedly on the window, and I could feel myself slipping.

"Bea...please..." I whispered, doubting she'd even hear me.

A few seconds later, her curtains opened to a sight I wasn't prepared for.

She had a split lip and a black eye, tears down her face.

I motioned for her to open the window, and I climbed in.

The minute I set foot on her bedroom floor I pulled her in to a huge hug.

"Honey, did James do this to you?" I whispered into her hair.

I felt her nod slowly and another sob came from her.

When I felt her tears wetting the material of my shirt, and I knew I had to do something.

Anything to get her out of there.

I sat her on the bed and pulled out her suitcase from underneath, packing every single item of clothing, makeup, and any other important things I could see.

I handed her the suitcase, and helped her climb out of the window.

Just as I was about to climb out also, I heard a door slam from downstairs.

James was back.

I quickly got out and scrambled down the tree.

When I got to the bottom, I took her hand and quietly snuck out of the garden, careful not to make any loud noises.

I got her in to my car, and drove her to my house.

She was going to live with me now, safely away from James and where I could now protect her.

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OMFG SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING

i've been procrastinating because i don't want this story to end :(

also i know how it's going to end and i don't want to write it because then it'll all be over and that's just sad

anyway thanks for still voting and commenting and not ghost reading I really truly do love you all

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