Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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We had decided to wait until nightfall to go back to Hell House, leaving us an entire day free to do whatever we wanted. So Dean and I went to see a movie.
It was our first official, actual date.
His arm was around my shoulder as we walked down the hall. I had a drink in one hand and the bucket of popcorn in the other. The room was dark as we walked inside. Seeing as it was a weekday and in the middle of the day, the place was mostly empty.
Once we picked out seats, we settled in. I placed the popcorn between us, shifting in my seat until I was comfortable.
We didn't end up paying attention to the movie about twenty minutes in. At first, it was because I kept having to push Dean's hand down my thigh and try to keep it from sneaking under the hem of my skirt.
Until a scene of the movie came on where the guy had hit a woman, making me flinch as he yelled. I hadn't wanted to, but it was second nature. It made me look away, trying to shove away the uncomfortable feeling.
And my grip on Dean's wrist tightened, his skin against mine suddenly too much. I whispered an apology as I moved his hand from my leg.
"You don't have to say you're sorry," he said, eyes burning into the side of my face. "Do you...wanna leave or...? We can do whatever you want."
"No...It's just..." I took a deep breath. "It...started out small. Just little verbal jabs here and there, then...then they would shove me a little."
"Ria, you don't—"
"My grandparents were in good shape, younger than most. They had kids young, their son had kids young. I was the only one who lived. They lost their son. They already thought my mom cheated and I was the result. They had every reason to hate me," I kept going, words spilling from my lips faster than I could stop them. "Then...all of a sudden—it—it just escalated. I would sit on the floor by the coffee table and stare at the tv as the cigarettes would burn into my back. I'd go to school with black eyes, bruised ribs. It..."
Softly, hesitantly, his finger slid across my palm and interlocked with my own. "You didn't deserve that. No one will hurt you anymore...Not as long as I'm around."
I sighed. I bit back the remark of 'you'll leave one day too' and gave him a small smile instead.
Slowly, he leaned in and placed his lips to my forehead.
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It wasn't until we reached the crest of the hill that both Sam and Dean stopped yapping about how I should've stayed back at the motel.
We hid in the brush once seeing that cops were surrounding the house.
Sam scoffed. "Guess cops don't want any more kids screwing around in there."
