Secrets and Stones

(6) Anger/Away/War

June 28, Day 17 of trying to buy a forest

I stared at him, the long rope in his hands seemed to find a way onto almost every little unprotected spot on my body, sooner or later he found out I had sensitive ears, the loud crash from every part of the room gave me shivers, it felt like hell.

I gasped as he put the stretchy rope around my neck. "I told you, you were pathetic." He backed up, allowing the rope to stretch until he hit the wall, and he let go. I had been trying to hold in the coughs when I was around him, but the burning sensation on my neck felt like fire, like a whiplash that burned through the skin.

The blood was back, and it seemed even worse than before. The broken glass on the floor was a sign to me, that I could be broken to the point where nobody could fix me. "Stop! Please!" It had been a while since I had cried, it had been a while since I had shown weakness. I could barely spit out the words, the coughing made the inside burn like hell, my throat was raspy, and the salty tears coming out of my dry eyes weren't helping. 

"Please.." He rolled his eyes at me. Just like he did at the meeting, but this time, it was anger surging through his veins, not annoyance. "You are a useless dog! Get yourself together Amelia!" I gasped as he said my name, it felt like being slapped. He said way worse things, but I wouldn't dare repeat them. I broke my promise to Silver, didn't I?

He told me to smile through the pain, and I promised I would, till the end of my life. He didn't tell me it would get this bad. He never told me I would be abused to death, or I would get cancer. He didn't tell me anything, just that I would survive. But will I really? Will I really survive the monster in front of me?

My pitch black hair was hiding my face, my whole face was red, the tears and sobbing just wouldn't stop. My neck soon numbed from the pain, it was relaxing but terrifying at the same time. Knowing the pain was gone, but still there. "Thinking of your past, aren't you? How Silver's gone, how she's gone. How it was all your fault, how you killed them both."

"Stop. I didn't... it was an accident! I never meant to.." The lump in my throat was killing me. "Did you though? Did you not mean to throw his own child onto the stove? Did you not mean to give him more grief on his birthday? You killed him!" I shivered. It was burning, but the thought of those memories was like walking into the cold on a winter day without a coat. You think it'll be a quick trip. But it's not. 

"How do you know about that? I haven't told anyone.." He laughed at me, my voice breaking down the more sobs that poured out. "Your parents told me everything about you. Everything." I let my mind roll to what they might have told him. He grabbed my chin and brought it to his face. "Now let's see, what did they tell me about you, that I could use to my advantage? Maybe, it's the fact, that you, my dearest friend, have a secret." He laughed to himself in ignorance. "Don't worry, Amelia. I have seen how you've been holding it in. So, I took a trip to the doctors office to confirm if it was true," He let go of me, wiping his hands against his pants, like I was some sort of foul rat.

"Why?" For a second, I thought he was going to mention my cancer. "Because of people like you, jackass." I slapped his face, my whole body felt weak. He quickly grabbed the shelves behind me, bringing them down, the glass hitting an open spot on my back. Wincing at the pain, I closed my eyes.

"Grow up, Amelia." My vision was getting blurry from the tears. What happened to my strength? 

"how..." He scoffed, he thought I was such a pathetic little girl, one who had no choice in any sort of matter, and one who would always be alone. 

"How can I grow up, when you're pushing me down? Your.. such a hypocrite!" 

I was clenching my fists.