Glass Heart

Part Sixty-Four

Kylie's POV:

I opened my eyes, a sharp pain immediately coursing through my cheek.

"Ow," I winced, bringing my hand up to my cheek.

Everything was stiff.

It was hard to even move, and it felt almost like I lost every ounce of strength in my body.

I felt someone shift and only the. realized I was in someone's lap.

Immediate worry coursed through my veins as I wondered who it was.

"Hey, you're okay," Ruby said, soothingly.

My tense body relaxed as I heard the familiar voice. Relief washed over me.

I looked up at her, my eyes watering as I remembered what had happened.

My dad hit me.

"Where's Malia?" I asked.

She was the only thought in my mind.

I couldn't focus on anything.

Not the blood from my cheek, not the tears falling from Ruby's...all I knew was that someone tackled my dad, and it was Malia.

I didn't know anything else.

I waited for Ruby to answer.

"Malias over with your dad. Don't worry about her, she's gonna be okay," Ruby said, obviously trying to calm me.

But I wasn't calm.

I sat up, ignoring the dizziness, and tried to find Malia.

Only then did I see her.

She was on top of my dad, his face was bloody, and so were her fists.

She was fighting for me.

She never fights.

I tried to get up, but the dizzy feeling and my now complete lack of strength, stopped me from moving a muscle.

All I could do was watch.

Ruby was right. Malia seemed completely fine.

Who would have thought that all five feet and four inches of Malia would successfully be beating the crap out of my six foot three dad.

He was laying there, trying to cover his face with his hands, but it was no use.

Part of me wanted Malia to stop.

It was my dad, after all.

But every time I thought about protesting, and telling her to stop, I remembered the feeling of my dad's words.

'You're a disappointment.'

'No child of mine will be gay...'

And then I remembered his fist hitting my face.

I remembered my head hitting the floor as I fell, and him standing over me, daring me to move.

Suddenly, watching Malia beat him wasn't the worst thing.

She was perfectly fine.

He wasn't.

She stopped for a second and said something to him, but I couldn't hear her voice.

All I could hear was my dad begging her to stop.

Malia, being the person she is, did.

And that's when I heard her scream.