Teach Me How to Love

Chapter 2 Its All My Fault

*Celeste's POV*  

The four of us walked through the wide doorway, entering my house. The house was empty and the door slamming shut made everything shake. Everyone kept quiet as we walked up the stairs to my room. It was basically empty in there. The walls were white and had no decorations anywhere. My bed was placed in the corner, far away from the window. My closet and dresser were placed opposite my bed and the small bathroom was next to them.  

I walked over to my bed and collapsed on it. Thoughts of that boy ran through my head. He reminded me so much of the demon from my childhood. His stance, his height, his curly hair, his bright pink lips, his toned muscles. If I could look into his eyes, I wonder what color they would be. Would they be blue? Or green? Or brown? They couldn't be black like HIS. It would just make things worse. More and more memories came back to me.  

*Flashback 7 years ago* 

I woke up laying on a soft surface. It pained me to move, but I couldn't stay still. I knew if I did he would come back. I leaned forward to sit up straight. Everything became blurry and I got dizzy. I felt my head realizing I had a bandage around it. All up and down my arms were bruises and cuts. I looked to my legs to find the same thing.

Why did he do this to me? What had I done wrong? Was I not good enough? Why did he pick me? It was my fault for being born. I just made things worse.  

Once things became visible again, I slid my feet to the cold floor. I was in my living room on the couch.  

The only thing I could think of was,

Get out. He's gonna come back. Leave while you can.  

My thoughts pushed me forward and gave me the strength to stand, but not enough to keep me up. I instantly collapsed to my hands and knees.  

That's when I heard the keys in the door. The handle jiggled and the door flew open.  

"What are you doing up?" He asked.

He's calm today. Don't upset him.

"How are you feeling?" 

I couldn't speak, or move, or think. I just sat on the floor looking up at the man as he stalked over to me. He bent down coming face to face with me.  

"Do you need help?" 

I nodded before he picked me up and placed me back on the couch.  

"I'm going to make some breakfast, do you want any?"  

I still didn't answer.  

"Then I guess you're getting your eggs and toast again." 

Minutes later he came back with a plate of food. I stretched my arms out and attempted to hold the dish, only for the contents of the plate to spill all over me.  

"What did you do?! What did I tell you?!" He screamed at me. "What was it not good enough for you?!" 

His hand came across my face like every single time before.  

I whimpered in pain and screamed.  

*Present*  

I began crying and brought my knees to my chest. Once again my friends sat down around me trying to calm me down.  

"It-it-it was the-the boy. He-he reminded me of h-him." I stammered out. "It's my fault this happened! It's all my fault!" I screamed at no one in particular.  

"No don't say that. You couldn't stop-"  

"No!" I screamed cutting off Kayla. "Just go. I don't need your help. It would be better if you all just left."