Sweetheart........ An Eddie Munson story

Chapter 8: My worst memory

Trigger warning! Flashback of abuse.

Kali's POV:

I don't know how this happened. I don't know how I ended up here. Why the fuck was I back here?

The last thing I remember was falling asleep in Eddie's arms after finally getting him calmed down enough to try and sleep. Yet when I woke up I was in my old bedroom.

My eyes shifted around the room as I tried to confirm my surroundings. Light pink walls, no band posters, white furniture with small pink detailings and a closet full of dresses.

Yep. I was definitely in my old room.

I slowly climbed out of bed and made my way around the room. I made my way over to the vanity mirror that sat beside my door and had to do a double take.

My long black hair was cut off at my shoulders, my face looked younger with light freckles dusting my cheeks but that wasn't even the frightening part. As I looked down at my bodies reflection I could see small bruises forming around my neck and arms. My clothing was ripped all over, barely covering anything.

I didn't even get chance to wrap my head around what was happening when a rumble of thunder pulled me from my thoughts. I looked out of my bedroom window and saw that the sky was dark and littered with red lightening.

I know this place.

I felt anxiety set in when I realised that I was back inside my nightmare. The main difference from last time is that I remember this exact moment. I remember the reason why my hair was short and why my clothes were ripped. It was a memory I had suppressed and hadn't thought about in a long time. A memory that I had hoped to forget about completely.

As I stood staring at my reflection once more, I could hear loud, booming footsteps growing closer.

Footsteps that I had come to memorise.

The doorknob on my bedroom door rattled as my father pounded his fist against the wood "Kali, open this fucking door right now" I closed my eyes as the pounding continued. I could hear my father screaming my name but I kept my eyes shut, praying that I would wake up at any second.

"Kali!" My fathers voice rang out one last time before it was replaced with another. A voice I had never heard before and hoped I would never hear again. A deep, guttural voice that sent shivers across my entire body.

"It's almost time Kali".

I shot up from my nightmare, a small scream escaping my lungs as I frantically looked around at my surroundings.

I was back in the boathouse.

"Shit, sweetheart, are you okay?" I turned my head to see Eddie staring at me wide eyed. I couldn't do anything but stare back at him, my words escaping me as I opened my mouth to speak.

I raised my hand to my nose, feeling something cold dripping down onto my lip. When I pulled my hand away from my face, my eyes went wide and I looked over to Eddie who was reciprocating my fear.

Blood.

I haven't had a nose bleed for months. Why the fuck was my nose bleeding?

I was pulled from my panicked thoughts when a leather sleeve wiped the blood away. Oh Eddie, you absolute angel. I sent a soft smile over to the metal head as he continued to wipe the remaining blood away from my nose. His tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated.

"Thanks Ed's" I smiled as his eyes met mine. I couldn't help but notice that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he looked over at me. I shuffled into a more comfortable position on the floor, averting my eyes from Eddie's piercing stare.