Silhouette|| Daniel Seavey

5.

The next day, i woke up to a crash downstairs.
Barely awake, i heard my door swing open.
"Still asleep, eh?" my father cackled, grabbing my hair and swinging my body to the floor.
I screamed out in pain.
"Stop!" I repeated in agony.
"Im not stopping, little girl. It's your fault your mother died. You deserve every bit of this." He spat, and violently grabbed me and hit my face, again and again.
I felt my jaw go numb, and my mouth fill with blood.
The metallic taste filled my mouth.
I eventually heard a 'crack!' and a 'pop!' erupt from one of my facial bones, unsure of which because of the amount of pain and blood.
I screamed in complete and utter agony.
"Stop screaming!" He ordered me.
I couldnt stop screaming.
He then threw me to the ground again and kicked my stomach, and stepped on it, HARD.
My breath escaped me, and i saw everything go hazy.
My father did nothing but laugh again, and took off his belt.
He ran the leather through his fingers before slamming it at me.
My vision grew dark as the belt hit my body, eventually causing a major cut down my side.
The last thing I heard before completely blacking out was snap of the belt-whip.
DANIELS POV
Aria wasnt on the bus, or in class.
I decided to stop by her place after school.
I nervously aproached her house's front door.
Ringing the doorbell, i swallowed hard.
The door opened, and i felt a grimy hand place money into my hand.
"Here you go, pizza man." The very drunk man slurred and walked away, stumbling.
I put the money in my pocket and sneaked upstairs.
I walked up to Arias door and knocked.
When there was no answer, i knocked again.
Still nothing.
I slowly opened the door.
Aria, her beautiful face covered in dried blood and black and blue marks, her body having blood stains all over and what seemed like a myriad of cuts.
I gasped as i noticed the pools of the dark blood on the hard wood floor.
"Aria!" I exclaimed and tried to shake her awake.
No response.
"No." i whispered to myself.
I felt tears come to my eyes, and they fell freely.
Honestly, i didnt give a shit about looking manly anymore.
I ran my thumb underneathe her swollen eye.
Her eyes slowly flutteres open.
She tried to talk, but physically couldnt.
"Shhh," I said, and lifted her to her bed.
I quietly told her i would be right back and went to her bathroom to get water and a washcloth.
As she held the washcloth to her face, she let silent tears fall down her face.
I gently wrapped my arms around her, careful to not hurt her.
She hugged back.
I pulled away a tiny bit, just enough for me to place my lips on her forehead.
She placed her hands on my cheeks and moved my lips down to hers.
I felt a rush of adrenaline soar through me.
I had been waiting for what felt like so long for that kiss.
We pulled away after a few moments, and she smiled as best she could.
Its so crazy, how even though she was unconscious for six hours, i could make her smile my simply giving her a kiss.
"Thank you." She whispered hoarsly.
"You dont need to thank me." I whispered back and kissed her once more.
Her eyes shut as she fell off to sleep.
I pulled the blanket over her, lightly kissed her forehead, and picked up my backpack to leave.
I gently shut the door and turned around.
Her father stood right in front of me, giving me a cold, hard stare.
I paused before sprinting out of the house and all the way back to mine.