Picking Petals

Letter 9

Dear Angel,
Today I followed you home.
I'm sorry if that scares you. You've been coming to school bruised and scratched up,as if you had been hurt. And Yes I noticed the hand print on your face under all the extra make-up.
I watched as you silently entered your home. You seemed frightened so I can closer to a window overlooking the scene.
I heard a shout and saw you stiffen. A man walked down the steps and froze when he saw you.
He smiled evilly as you shook. He said something and came closer to you.
You backed away and shook your head back and forth.
As he came even closer my heart beat sped up and my fists were balled up tightly.
Without a warning he grabbed you by your hair and brought you to your knees.
He started unbuckleing his belt and I started seeing red.
He started to take of his pants as you sobbed.
I couldn't take it any longer.
I let you see me.
I burst though your front door and he froze. His eyes were black as he made his way towards me with a fake smile.
When he stood in front of me he asked me if I needed something because he was kinda busy.
I punched him in the face.
He tried to fight back but I had soon knocked him out.
You continued to sob as I approached you. I knelt down and cautiously put my arms around you.
You surprised me by jumping into my arms and clinging to me as your tears stained my shirt.
I held you until the cops showed up because someone had called to report a domestic violence.
The only good thing about tonight...
You fell asleep in my arms.
Sincerely, Your Pillow.