Painted In My Blood

Chapter 14: Forgetting The Past.

I rolled over on my side, feeling the first step touch my hand. I twitched, still not quite aware of my surroundings. My neck was swore and my body ached.

   I had fallen asleep in the hall way, my head leaning against the railing. I could hear movement coming from down stairs and the bedroom next to me. It was Oliver's bedroom, and as much as I feared to go in, he was dragging himself around.

   I stood from the steps, knocking on Oliver's door. He was quite for a brief pause and then he opened the door. "What do you want" he huffed. I pushed his door opened so that I could see better. "To help... You're making all kinds of movement and noise, I thought you might like some help". Oliver smirked, bring his legs in front of him. "He's still kissing you're ass... How long do you think that will last". I shrugged my shoulders, "As long as I don't strike a fuse or piss him off more than I already have". Oliver sat on the edge of his mattress, still busted and beaten to hell. He was stiff, and this some how brought me a smile, but it also weakened me. If Kander's  willing to beat up on one of his pack members, what else would he do toward me.

    "Can I get you something" I asked. Oliver wiped his hand down his face, "Yeah... You still being treated like Mrs. Queen B's going to end soon you know... He's only treating you like this because of you're childhood together. He doesn't love you, he never has and he never will". I laughed, "Good, I don't need his love nor do I want it... When I feel the time is right I'll leave, and when I do I'll stop at nothing". Oliver nodded, "Is dead worth freedom". I knew exactly what he meant. Kander would kill me if I left now, after all the times he's offered. I would take the risk if it meant freedom.

  I lifted my eyes from the floor, "My freedom with be my death".

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I had left Oliver's room once he brought up to many touchy memories. I couldn't take his smart ass comments or his heart to heart conversations. Everything he said made me throw up in my mouth. He didn't have to say much, but he knew what made my skin crawl and where exactly he needed to add pressure.

   Kander was in the garage, picking and throwing things he couldn't find to fix the truck his father had handed down to him. I oftend wonder why he kept the pieces of shit. It didn't run, there was no air conditioning, and the seats were so torn that they looked like a lion had shredded them in two.

   When Kander received the truck, he banged it up pretty bad in an accident that I thought or maybe hoped would kill him and leave nothing behind.

  The truck was flipped at least eighteen times from tires to top, and slammed against a tree. Kander had been thrown from the windshield because of last slam into the tree. I found him along with Sebastian when we hadn't heard back from him. That was about four December's ago and no more than twenty degrees outside. I had hoped that he froze to death or maybe died on impact. Hell anything would please me, it didn't matter how he died, I just wanted him dead.

    Kander glanced up from the truck and up to where I stood in the window. He had a smug look on his face that scared the hell out of me. He didn't smile, he didn't wave. Something was off. It was only when I heard Rosanna's voice rise from down stairs that I knew Kander was dealing with his father, and I was about to deal with his mother.

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"Oh... Meadow, how are you" Rosanna said happily as she gave me a hug. I froze, feeling her huge breast against my skin. "I'm fine... I'll be a lot better if I could breath 'ma". Rosanna sighed, "Okay, okay... It's just that, well I've been waiting so long to see you again... Oh hell, I brought you something". She turned toward her purse, digging through the content. She paused and once she had what she was looking for she turned and gave me smile. "These are vitamins... One is to speed up you're process of having a baby... And the other is for once you're pregnant".