Forbidden Love

Chapter 3

It was winter meaning it started getting dark earlier. Its currently 4:30 and the only source of light is from the street lamps and my dimly lit phone. Avoiding contact with anything and anyone I started picking up my pace in fear of being followed.

You know that feeling when you think something is behind you? Yeah that's how I feel right now. Is this it? Am I gonna die? I knew we are all going to die eventually but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

What pulled me out of my thoughts was the sound of a truck driver who was drunk whistling and hooting like a phsyco. I ignored it and kept walking till I heard a door slam 'please don't be the driver' 'please don't be the driver' I prayed silently to myself.

I was grabbed by my arm and was pulled back for the second time today only this one was much more harder. I was only inches away from the truck drivers' face, his breath reaking of alcohol.

"Your a pretty thing arent you" he slurred. I tried get my arm out his grip but it was no use "dont struggle it will make things way harder than they need to be sweetheart" he winked as I rolled my eyes in disgust trying to hide the panick.

He began circling my thigh with his finger and all I wanted to do was scream but I couldn't, I was frozen. Before he could do anything worse he was tackled to the floor and was repeatedly punched in the face.

His nose was 100% broken, he spat out blood and the guy who got off him was none other than library boy. I tried catching my breath still trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened.

He came forward and tried placing a comforting hand on my shoulder but I flinched at his touch. "S..sorry" I stuttered trying to process exactly what had just happened. "Look at me and just breathe" he said in a comforting tone.

After my breathing was somewhat normal he had walked me to my street. "Thank you...?. "Andrès" he said with no expression in his tone "and you are.?" "Quinn, and thank you for saving me". "Ok" he replied looking down at his phone. I didn't bother trying to make a conversation and just walked over to my house, when I got to the door I looked back and saw him gone.

My mind was wiped blank when I was face to face with...him. "Where the fuck were you" he yelled "I...i" struggled to get my words out but he had already grabbed my arm and lifted up my sleeve connecting my skin with his freshly lit cigarette.

Before I could make a sound he threw me to the ground and I layed there silently weeping holding my arm in pain. Even though this happens often I still don't get used to the pain, if anything each time it gets more painful.

After a few minutes remove my hand only to see an ugly burn mark on my forearm which will most likely scar like my other ones. I picked myself up, got my backpack and made my way upstairs before shutting my door behind me.

I had lost my appetite and all I wanted to do was sleep and never ever wake up. I changed out of my clothes into some comfy pyjamas which were long sleeved of course. Ever since he started burning me with his cigarettes short sleeve shirts or dresses or basically anything that showed my arms were out the question.

Soon after I was pulled out the trance I was in of me in my own world, a place without 'parents' like them, real friends, a better life overall. It was Jason knocking on my door, me and Jason have a year age difference and yes he's older but even though all my brothers are overprotective, Jason truely understands me and i'm so grateful for him.

I put my head on my pillow while I heard the door creak open and Jason walking in sinking into my bed. "How was school?" He asked clearly seeing I had the worst day.

I sat up from  my bed and told him about the wierd truck guy and saw his eyes filled with rage as he grabbed his phone "Where!?" He demanded whilst he texted my other brothers. How wonderful.

I took his phone out his hand before he could call anyone and explained how library boy saved me and yes I know his name is Andrès but library boy sounds better. Jason was skeptical at first about a boy saving me but he didn't give it much thought.

He heard my stomach rumble and gave me a confused look. Okay I know this isn't just me but why does my stomach growl and rumble whenever I'm not alone but decides to stay quiet when I am alone.

"Haven't eaten yet have you?" He asked giving me a sympathetic look. Ever since that 'man' decided to start burning me my brothers found out a couple weeks after and threatened to beat him black and blue, but even though I'd love to see him getting beat up I didn't want the only people who I love to get arrested or something.

Jason gently rolled up my sleeve revealing my new burn mark left by daddy dearest. "Give me the word and we will beat him to death with no regrets Quinn" he said looking up at me but I simply shook my head. He went to get the first aid kit from his room.

He came back a few seconds later and bandaged my arm before leaving my room closing the door behind him.

After like 15 minutes he came back with a bowl of pasta and placed it on my bedside table before sitting besides me. "You dont need to punish yourself because of him Q" he said before turning on my tv and turning on Prison Break aka my favouritest show ever.

I took a few bites from the pasta Jason before leaving it on my table. After 3 episodes Jason took my half eaten bowl and left my room making sure to close the door behind him.