Illusion of my dreams

The door

The first bits of sunlight invaded the room trough the thick curtains and my eyes slowly opened themselves. I groaned in pain whilst I stretched my arms out above my head. Bruises made by Tom were still burning. My whole body was aching with pain and I rubbed my eyes with exhaustion. I looked to my side where Bill was sleeping. I was grateful that he didn't hurt me whilst we slept together, in the same bed. I tried being as quiet as possible but Bill was a light sleeper and he woke up by the sound of the blanket ruffling.

" Erika?"

He asked, his voice sleepy.

He immediately sat up straight and focused his gaze on mine.

" everything okay?"

He asked.

I was a bit surprised by his concern but quickly nodded. I managed to get out of the bed without stumbling onto the floor. Bill had also crawled out of the warm bed and was busy adjusting his hair. My hand had laid itself on the doorknob and I was about to exit the room until Bills voice filled the air again.

" what did Tom do to you last night?"

He asked.

I froze in place and didn't had the courage to turn around.

" answer me."

Bill snarled as he noticed my discomfort. I released my grip from the doorknob and anxiously turned around to face him. His eyes were gloomy and his lips were slightly parted.

" he just hit me a few times, nothing bad."

I mumbled as I rolled my eyes.

" nothing bad?"

Bill asked with an eyebrow raise.

He knew I was lying but i was too afraid of what Tom would do if he found out I told Bill about it. He burned me, threatend to kill me, punched me, hit me, kicked me, not as if Bill never did that to me. I shrugged my shoulders in silence.

" I know you're lying Erika. I just don't want him to beat you up, he doesn't deserve to do that."

He scoffed whilst looking deeply into my eyes.

I sighed. Bill walked over to me and softly pinned me against the door. His eyes glanced at the burn mark on my collarbone and they started to fill with anger.

" what's that?"

He asked whilst looking at the bruise.

" nothing."

I grunted whilst struggling against his constant more tightening grip.

" is that a burnmark?"

He asked with a head tilt.

I glared away from his bulking eyes and just nodded.

" fucking idiot."

Bill murmured before releasing me, allowing me to relax again.

" get out."

He then said.

I quickly followed his orders and exited the room. I rushed down the stairs, my hair wipping around my face. I felt nauseous from last night and the bruises were growing more painful with each minute. I entered the kitchen, finding it empty. No one was around so I assumed they were still sleeping. I felt a bit relieved with the feeling of finally being alone. I could finally make my own  breakfast without having to cook for everyone and I could finally be myself without getting weird looks.

I sat down on one of the tall chairs around the counter and sipped from my fresh made cup of coffee. I took a few large sips before the cup had emptied. I turned around to place the empty cup in the sink and met eyes with Tom.