𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄 | 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏

𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽 | 𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃

"Get back here you little shit!" he shouted at her, he screamed and yelled, but Lexie didn't look back. Uneven breaths and thick tears made it hard to run, but she tried to make it to the top of the stairs as quickly as possible.

He yelled again, her name slurring out of his mouth. The nine-year-old made the mistake to look back, checking to see if he was close. He was marching towards her, angry and sharp features on his face.

She tripped.

Lexie screamed in pain. Her ankle and ribs throbbed, making it even harder to breathe. Her sobs racked her small body, making it easy for him to reach her.

He grabbed her, pulling her up the stairs, not caring if the steps buried themselves into her bones. Lexie winced, continuing to cry and cry uncontrollably. She tried to stop the sharp edges of the stairs from hitting her, but he was pulling her to hard, too fast.

He continued dragging her until he was upstairs, throwing her on the ground when she was on the last step. The staircase wasn't that tall, but it was enough for him. He grabbed the young girls by the collar, lifting her high enough to be able to push her down again.

Lexie fell, trying to shield her body from the hits. She managed to stop herself before she reached the bottom, trying to stand back up. She couldn't, her arms throbbed and her cuts bled. She could die now, nobody would care.

Nobody knew she was alive either.

Nobody she knew was alive either.

She managed to sit herself on a step, holding her arms in her hands, trying to heal. Lexie knew she couldn't, but everything hurt so much. So much. She felt like she was choking on her own tears, breathing becoming almost impossible.

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Breathing was almost impossible as the ten-year old sat, her back to the stall wall. Her knees held to her chest, her body shaking, and her face hidden in her knees.

Her fear had always worked for her.

It had always calmed her attacks, always calmed her during full moons, but somehow, she needed something else now. Fear wasn't working.

It had worked for her shift, her eyes were in fact back to their original blue color, but her breathing was still heavy, uneven and painful.

Lexie let out a sob. She didn't know why she couldn't calm down. She should be happy. Her uncle was alive. But she somehow felt like everything was too much. Everything came with too much.

°°°°

He heard a loud cry. He immediately knew who it was. The teen boy rushed to the place where the sound came from, stopping for a second when he saw the words Girl's Bathroom on the door. He shook out of his hesitation, rushing inside and looking around, looking for the young girl.

"Lexie," Isaac's soft voice called out, he heard a wince, and his head whipped to the side.

Only one of the stalls was closed, and in no time he was leaning against the door, pleading her to come out. "Lexie come out, please. Are you hurt?" he heard another wince and continuous cries. "Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Lexie, are you hurt?"

Lexie rested her head on the wall behind her, not even trying to stop her tears, "Isaac, please-please go away," she looked down at her arm, blood was seeping from one of her cuts. He couldn't see it. He couldn't see her with it.

Isaac shook his head, even though she couldn't see him. "Lexie, please open the door, open the door, Lex." he just wanted to know if she was alright, his egocentrism dropping completely at the sounds of the girl's cries.