Alora

Chapter 6

Azalea:

~flashback~

I was done for. I got a detention because I got into another fight at school. In my defence the bitch came up to me slapped me and said "I just felt like it" and so I broke her ribs and her nose because I felt like it. Guess who got in trouble tho... of course, me.

That's not the point tho, im late and until I get home I'll be already too late to make dinner. He is going to kill me. I'm walking slow because school is thirty minutes from my house and I'm dreading the moment i step inside that house.

Thirty minutes is not long tho and right now I was standing outside the front door. I slowly opened it and inside was silent. I sighed in relief and started to make my way to my room as quick and quiet as I could but before my foot steps on the stairs I get pulled back by my hair and I fall to the floor.

"Where the fuck have been you slut!" The voice of an angry John reached my ears and all I could do was hold my breath. How stupid can I be.

"I..I got detention sir, im really sorry it wont hap-" I got cut by a slap across my face. He grabbed me and threw me on the brick wall behind me making my back hurt and my shoulder to vibrate from the hurt and force.

"I don't want to hear your lies. If you think your smart, i will show what it fills like to be lied to" he said with anger. His eyes were red, he was definitely high. He then grabbed an empty beer bottle and broke half of it on the wall. I flinched from the sound.

He started to approach me and once he reached me I felt the glass of the bottle dig into my leg. My screams didn't stop him. Nothing did. He just kept going.

~end of flashback~

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. I couldn't breath. He is haunting me and I don't know how to get rid of him. Tears were streaming down my face and I was trying to concentrate to even my breathing. Come on azalea count to ten, breath.

After what felt like years I could finally breath. I couldn't sleep tho and I was feeling kind of thirsty. I looked at the time and it was 3:15 am I shuddered as memories of this exact time came to my mind. I wont go there tho so I shook my head and I got up.

I memorised my way around the house so I knew where the kitchen was and so I began my journey. I went down the stairs as quiet as possible and once I reached the kitchen I saw light coming out of it. I hesitated but I went in anyways.

On a stool on the island was Lincoln in front of his laptop typing away. He sensed me i guess and he lifted his head up locking eyes with me.

"Hey, why aren't you sleeping?" He asked with a soft voice he focus only on me right now. I moved to the fridge got out a water bottle and sat on a stool near him but not too close.

"Couldn't sleep" i said with a small voice and with a shrug of my shoulders. Before he could say anything I switched the conversation on him.

"What are you doing up late?" I asked with curiosity lacing my voice.

"Working" he said shrugging. Then he looked at his laptop again. It was peaceful for a moment until he spoke again.

"Tomorrow you will be going shopping with some of your brothers" he said not lifting his eyes off that screen. What did he mean by shopping?

"Shopping? Like for what?" I asked carefully. I didn't know his intentions. Last time John took me shopping it didn't end well. He looked at me and answered.

"Clothes, shoes, makeup, whatever you want. Dads orders so you don't have a say in it." He said with a soft voice. I was confused tho. Why would Darien want to buy me things.

"Why?" I asked confused. Lincoln stopped whatever he was doing and focused only on me this time.

"Because one you're our sister and two you came with one backpack.." he said with a little suspicion in his voice. I tried to dismiss him as I didn't want to get into why I only had one backpack so I just nodded.

"Can I ask you something Azalea?" He continued asking me a question I was hesitant at first but i agreed and told him to go on.

"How was your childhood? How was it growing up with John?" He asked. I didn't expect that question. At the mention of his name i tensed and froze for a moment. I have to give a believable lie other wise he will get suspicious.

"Um childhood was fun, you know the same as everyone, friends, bike rides, cartoons,  snacks. John was...he was.. um a good stepfather, yeah he treated me like a daughter, always had fun with him" I lied and I feel like my tongue was on fire and my throat closing. I think it was believed, I couldn't face him tho so I just looked at the counter.

"What's your favourite colour?" He then asked. I don't think I heard him right.

"What?" I asked stupidly

"What's your favourite colour Azalea?" He asked again with patients. This is definitely a first.

"Um light green, yours?" I answered, reflecting his question on him.

"Dark blue. It's late you should go to bed you have a long day tomorrow sunshine." He said with a small smile on his face. I nodded and got up, before leaving we said our goodnights and i headed up my room.

It was already 4am and i felt tired. Once I got under my covers and my head hit the softest pillow in the world I was off to a dreamless world.

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