I gulp feeling odd. My body feels stiff in my bed, while I look over my sheets, it looks different.
My covers are black, plain black, but these are... pink with flowers.
This is so weird... I somehow pop in my small closet to hide... But what from? ......when I hear the footsteps coming; my eyes widen from how familiar they really are. Heavy like uneven sliding weights.
I hear the door crack, I look through the small part of my closet door hoping he will just go back to bed.
My body begins to shake uncontrollably in certain fear that he won't.
He isn't the explosive type usually...
But he walks on into my room looking around a little confused.
His hair is like a color of sickly blond hair and his eyes dark like empty pits.
I keep my breaths light and hold down my heavy ones. God please help me.
But once he looks around just enough to make it look like I have hope, he comes walking patiently to my closet.
I gulp as I try to hold on to the wall like I can sink into it and disappear.
"what are you doing?" His breath of wretched alcohol digs into my nostrils.
I don't answer and only feel the constant hurt from his hands.
The fresh bruises from not even twenty-four hours ago.
His smile drops and drags me out of the closet by my arm.
I cry out as he just yells "what are you doing!"
Tears run down my face "I-I was just trying to f-find-" my voice squeaked weakly and my mind searches for a reasonable excuse.
He just shakes his head, and his fingers dig into my arm and drags me out of my room.
In one swift motion he throws me on the hallway floor.
His voice thunders "you worthless child! it's your fault!"
He removes my shirt with One eased rip and then starts to lash his belt against my pale back.
What was worse, was the feeling of the buckle of the belt, but it was better than feeling his knuckles on my stomach and face. So that no one else can see my scars.
I scream in agony by feeling my raw skin start to open but I hear someone yell "D- n-ake- p!"
What?
"Yan- w-ke- p!"
Who is that? I start to scream louder feeling blood stream down from my flesh ripping.
"Dylan wake up!"
I open my puffy eyes and look at a blurry Ian.
My last tears run down my face and I look down
"how long have I been screaming?" my voice sounds scratchy from my constant screaming.
Ian puts his arms around me "Dylan it's okay. alright? It was only a few minutes this time."
I feel with one of my hands on my back.
They aren't there... they are not there.
I still feel slick with sweat and have a boiling warm sensation.
"Hey" Ian lifts my face up to face him "your okay now, alright?"
I nod pulling apart then running my fingers through my hair.
He rubs the back of my neck soothingly. "do you want to tell me what happen?"
I shake my head no.
I let my head press against his chest and I let myself be wrapped in his arms.
He just rests his head on mine without further question and he just lets me feel his comfort, then I just drift off to someplace better. Hopefully.
......
By the time we are at school I have recovered by distraction as usual. Gladly it isn't hard, I just hope Ian just pays attention to other things, instead of me.
He has tried for years to understand what I'm going through.
And he was trying again this morning but thankfully his mom interrupted.
I'm pulled away from my thoughts when I see Alex coming up to us.
She ruffles Ian's frosty white blond hair and their identical eyes blaze with the light sky of competition.
These two. Always teasing each other. There's never mistake when they're accused of being related.
My eyes wander a bit looking for Mandy, where in the-
I spot Mandy talking with Jarod Simons and I immediately scowl.
Ugh of all people, she's talking to him.
She reaches in his back pocket to retrieve a paper flirtily.
I start to grind my teeth and Ian frowns at me "your going to ruin your teeth Dylan if you keep grinding them like that."
I grumble "thanks for the tip genius."
Mandy practically floats over to our lunch table.
She winks "I got all of us invitations to Jarod's party!!!!" Her squeals almost make my ears ring.
I slam my face against the table and moan "you really think I'm dumb enough to go to such a place."
Mandy replies "oh come oooonnn dyl. you have to go!"
"Why?" I ask mumbling
Alex says "because I will have your xbox in containment and won't give it back unless you go."
I slowly raise my head "you wouldn't dare." With my voice growling
Ian looks gravely at me "she would." his lips press together in a grave like manner.
I grind my teeth together one last time and say "why do you guys do this to yourselves?"
"Yes!!!" Mandy exclaimed "your going, your going!"
My only thought was someone has to chaperon.
.....
All I do in order to be in preparation for the party is wear my plain green shirt, black skinny jeans, and high tops.
And of course making sure my dark hair is straight and my eyeliner and black eye shadow isn't smudged or whatever.
I sigh when I hear Ian knock on my door "time to go Dylan."
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Okay I'm redoing this story since I feel like the first attempt was a complete and utter failure and just a mess of ideas. So I hope this one turns out better than the last...
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