We'll Be Each Other's Saviours

Chapter Five

It was almost twelve o'clock midnight by the time I made it home. My hand clutched the ticket like before, but for a very different reason this time.

I made sure that my father's car wasn't in the drive way before entering the house. I slowly made my way up to my room and flopped down on my bed. I pulled the ticket out of the back of my phone case and read the note for the fifteenth time, still not believing that Andy Biersack had given me his number willingly.

I lay there for the next half hour, battling with my conscience over whether or not he really cared. He wouldn't have given me his number if he didn't, right?

He probably does that for every girl he sees cuts on. He's selfless and always tries to make everyone feel better. I couldn't have been the first person he'd done this for.

I just wanted the war in my head to stop. I grabbed my head in my hands. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. STOP," I screamed at myself.

I bolted up and into the bathroom. I grabbed my razor out of the cabinet and was about to shut the voices up for good when I remembered Andy's note.

I debated whether or not I should call. It was really late, he was probably sleeping. I just wanted the voices to stop.

I screamed again and threw the blade across the bathroom. It hit the wall hard and shattered. I collapsed onto my knees and just cried. I had other blades, it wasn't that that made me cry.

Everything came flooding back to me as I stared at the broken blade in front of me through watery eyes.

How my mom had died in the accident. How my dad blamed me for it. How my own father beats me so easily with no sympathy or regret. He used to love me at least.

Standing up and wiping my tears, I slowly walked back into my room and picked up my phone and the ticket. I was about to dial his number when I heard the front door fly open and slam against the wall. What the fuck was he doing home?!

He was suddenly in my room and looming over my small frame as I cowered on the bed, managing to shove my phone and ticket under my pillow without him noticing.

"What tha fuck are you doin here?" He slurred, reaching for me. I screamed as he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards himself.

"I come home to get ma phone and find your scrawny ass here. What a treat." With that he slapped me so hard that it nearly knocked me off the bed.

The beating that followed left me lying on the floor of my room, my body a bloody and bruised mess. I barely heard him grab his phone and pull out of the drive way over the sobs that racked my body.

"What did I ever do to deserve this?!" I screamed at nobody in particular. I pulled myself up onto the bed. I had to call Andy before I did something irrational. I didn't really care if he was sleeping or not anymore, I just wanted to hear his voice.

I dialed the number and waited. It rang, rang again, and rang some more. 'He's probably asleep,' I thought half heartedly to myself. I was about to hang up when I heard a muffled grunt on the other side of the call.

"Hello?" Said the tired and groggy voice of Andy.

I had a chance to control my sobs when the phone had been ringing so my voice was clear now.

"Hi, Andy. It's... It's Danni, the girl from the concert. You wrote that note to me to call you if I ever felt like..." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. "I woke you up didn't I? God I'm so stupid. I'll call back in the-"

"No," he interrupted. "I remember. I'm glad you called. Yea, you woke me up but I can get back to sleep real easy. What's up?"

I took a deep breath and told him what had just occurred before and after the beating. He listened patiently through the whole story, gasping as I told him how badly my father had beaten me.

I finished talking and waited nervously for his response, chewing on my lip out of habit. He took a minute to take everything in that I had just said.

"And this happens a lot?"

"Three  times a week at the least. That's why I... have so many..." I didn't need to finish for him to understand what I was talking about. He was quiet on the other end and I waited patiently for him to say something.

"What's your name again? Your full name?"

"Danielle Kathryn Aldaine. But you can call me Danni," I replied.

"What's your address, Danni?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm coming to take you away from there."

What did I tell you? I told you things where going to pick up soon. That's what I told you. And now it's happening! YAAAAY!!!! Don't forget to comment your thoughts and vote!
-Lane