Blue

Chapter 12

Today my dad came home from his trip and being nervous was an understatement.

Every time he came home from his trips, he got aggressive. Something most likely didn't go his way there and he would take his anger out on me or Milo.

And I know that all of the boys were here.. but what if they didn't care? Or didn't notice?

Who says that he's even the same?

My mind was running and I didn't even notice someone tap on my shoulder.

"Anna, you okay?" Scout asked concerned.

A few of the group, including me, were watching a show and waiting for my father to get back. I hadn't even noticed that my leg was bounding up and down. Milo was sitting on my lap and he was also antsy, just not as much as me.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Lie. 

I felt eyes on me and looked around seeing Eric looking at me, at that I immediately looked away at the tv. I knew he was curious about my dad and me but I couldn't let him know the truth.

He should be home any minute.

The elevator door rang and my dad walked into the room. Pissed.

He and I made eye contact and he went off to his office with his suitcase.

"What's up with him?" Wren asked, laughing.

The group talked amongst each other about what they thought had happened. They got quiet though whenever my father walked into the room.

"Annalise. Come here," he said, before walking away.

I sighed before sitting Milo beside me, at least he would be here.

I followed my dad to his office and when I got in he slammed the door. I jumped at the loud sound that probably echoed throughout the house.

"Where the hell were you last night? Huh?" he questioned.

"I was out at the beach, I needed a break," I said honestly.

"Oh, so you just decide not to tell anybody. Not even Scout, or better yet your bodyguard. Dean's supposed to be with you anyways, Anna, you know that!" he yelled, slamming his hand on his desk.

"I'm almost 18 dad, I think I can go to the beach by myself."

"I don't think you get this whole thing Anna!" my dad yelled, getting even madder.

"What whole thing dad! You won't tell me shit anyways! I don't know what the hell is going on with Sarah, just that she wants to hurt us. But why I don't know." I shrug, getting frustrated with him. "Oh, and my bodyguard doesn't even know me so I'm not taking him to the beach with me where I want to be alone."

"First off, don't talk back to me. I don't know where you got all of this courage to talk to me like that but I know that you will not be doing it again! Second, I don't care if you and Dean don't have a good relationship. You're not supposed to, he's just there to protect you, not be all buddy. So I don't give a shit about "Dean doesn't even know each other blah blah blah." Fix that shit out yourself. As you said earlier, you're almost 18, do it yourself!" With every sentence, he said he'd take a step closer to me.

"You're a piece of shit,"

I felt the pain before I even realized what happened. My dad threw his beer bottle at me, making it shatter.

I heard someone open the door and didn't even turn around, I just looked at my dad who had regret in his eyes. I didn't care anymore, I forgave him once, and I don't think I could do it again.

"Anna, come on." I heard Dean's voice, but I didn't move.

I was frozen in my spot.

The only thing that pulled me away was Milos crying and screaming from downstairs. Why was he screaming? This was all too much.

I began to have these thoughts and my breaths soon became faster and my mind was clogged. I needed to get out of here.

I pushed past Dean and went straight to my room and went to the bathroom. I took my pill bottle from the cabinet and poured some into my hand. I took 2 pills dry and tried to calm myself down.

The more I calmed down the more I felt the pain in my stomach. I lifted my sweatshirt slightly and saw both dried and fresh blood.

"You need to clean that."

I jumped at the sound of his voice, looking over I saw Dean leaning against the wall watching me.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, leaving the bathroom.

"Not long."

I nodded my head, grabbing the first aid from my closet.

It was quiet for a moment before Dean spoke up again, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I answered shortly hoping that he'd leave it at that.

"Milos sleeping right now. Scout and Alex managed to get him to calm down when he heard you and John yelling."

"Okay, I'll thank them later. Can you leave now? I need to clean this."

"Let me help."

"I think I know how to clean a cut, Dean." I rolled my eyes.

"Anna let me help you, just sit down." Dean tried to reach for the kit.

"Dean stop! I don't need help, I never have, and I don't now. Just go."

"Then let me be the first one to help you. My aunt would want me to help you," he said softly.

I sighed before handing him the kit. Of course, he had to bring up his aunt in the conversation.

"Thank you. Now sit up on the sink so I can get a better look at it," he explained.

I did as he said and sat up top the sink, waiting for him to get his things. He went to the 2nd sink and washed his hands.

I thought about my scars while he washed his hands. He was bound to see them if I lifted up my shirt, I didn't want that to happen. That was one reason I wanted to clean the wound myself, but he was too hardheaded to leave it.

"Okay, ready?"

I nodded my head and slowly lifted up my sweatshirt, not going any higher than where the cut was, which was right above my belly button. He didn't even acknowledge the scars around my cut and cleaned the cut. It didn't hurt too much but there were times when he pressed too hard that it hurt.

"Stop squeezing your hand, use my shoulder," he said, not looking up.

I moved my hands onto his shoulders and rested my head on my arm. I was exhausted and hungry, I think Dean saw that. The anxiety pills knocked me out whenever they really kicked in which I guess was a good thing.

"I'm gonna put a bandage on it and then you can lay down okay? You need rest."

I was fighting to keep my eyes open and tried my hardest to stay awake. The last thing I remember was Dean carrying me from my bathroom and him talking.