Colton P.O.V
------------------------------------------------------As I make the 30 minute drive over to her house I think of the night where everything really set off, the night I picked her up around midnight and how she told me about her mom and dad getting divorced how he found her step mother and how he pasted and how after he died her step mother got violent and mean, how she envied the stars how she thinks that no one will see her the way people see galaxies how she like drawing how she's pained all these things that make me love her all her flaws all her imperfections.. I remember the bruise marks that surrounded her wrist from her step mother that night and the little cut that is now a faded scar I remember how scared she was to walk back into that house.
I grip the steering wheel with anger as I pull up to her house and see her step mother is already here "Fuck" I un do my seat belt stepping out the car and lock it before taking a deep breathe as I begin to walk to her front door. As I step up close to the door I hear something hit the door and shudder as a sob muffles through after the object breaks, I grab the door and attempt to twist it but find its locked I bite my lip scared as I look for the next possible entrance. I see a half open window on the side of the house and run to it pulling the screen out and then push it fully open before climbing in feet first. As my feet come to the ground I fine that I'm in a messy laundry room it looks like but as I walk to the door I realize it was meant to be guess bedroom that turned into a craft area then feeling stupid as I notice there's not dryer or washing machine in the room. I shake my head from the distracted thoughts and open the door to find an empty down stair.
A coffee table in the middle of the living room is flipped and it seems to look like it was a vase that had been thrown at the door. It's when I lean down to pick up a turned over couch cushion off the floor I hear a to familiar voice scream and a loud thud, Alex, I think as I run up the stairs to find a tall slim black short haired women wearing a blue busyness dress standing over Alex with her hand wrapped in her hair and Alex coward below her, her face has a mix of tears and blood running down it and a deep gash goes through her t-shirt from her shoulder down to her elbow.
"HEY!" I scream gaining both their attention, Alex eyes lock with mine and the look in hers killed a part of me, "let go of her.." I look to the women and say "now." The women lets go of Alex hair and stands straight, Alex scrambles across the floor to her feet her right hand holding the cut along her left arm not minding to wipe the blood from her mouth or face. Although every part of my body is screaming to be by her I talk to the women who now walks to me like a rabid dog setting in for attack.
I watch as Alex slowly goes down the hall then quietly runs into a room slamming the door, my eyes then go to the crazy lady in front of me. I see a knife gripped tightly in her hand that I didn't notice earlier as she lunges toward me catching me off guard as she clips my collar bone and shoulder with the knife, I gasp then duck under her next attempt to cut me and push her forward and watch as she tumbles down the stairs hitting the floor with a loud fuck leaving her mouth I take no time running to the room I assume is Alex's since it was the one she ran to.
I knocked and say "it's me open up", The door opens and I close it behind me quickly locking it and begin to tell her to start packing when she pushes me up against the door by wrapping her arms around my torso sobbing into my white shirt, she presses her face into my collar bone and I wince in pain from the cut but pull her back to me when she tries to leave, I didn't care for the pain I was just happy to be holding her.
I kiss the top of her head and hold her face in my hands using my thumbs to whip the tears from her eyes and the blood from her lip as I say "do you have a suitcase? Backpacks? Bags?" She nods as another sob shakes through her small body, I could feel her fear. I kneel down and hold her head in my hands as I say "hey hey look at me," she looks into my eyes as I continue, "I'm taking you away from here you'll be safe I promise baby, I need you to try and be calm as much as possible and gather as many things as you can to pack get everything you'll need and so on, I will help then were gonna book it to my car okay?" I ask
"Okay" she says in such a weak tone and it kills me. I'm suppose to always protect her and I failed at that, I don't let her see the tears that had escape as I quickly wipe them away and follow behind her and help her pack all the things she'll need.
Once we got everything we possible could with what we had to use I pulled open her door and find that the crazy lady that was her step mom wasn't upstairs but I could hear her walking around down stairs and I close the door and begin to think when Alex taps my shoulder and points me toward her window, I walk and look down her window, there's a vine bush supporter that is screwed along the wall below her window, "genius" I kiss her forehead and head down first. When I get to the bottom I have her throw me her things trying to get out of here as fast as I can but don't rush her as she climbs down to the ground.
We run to the car and I start the car and drive as fast as I could get the car to go out of her neighborhood. The adrenaline begins to fade from my plus and I can really feel the pain from the cut and I realize not all the worry is gone, how am I suppose to provide a safe area for her when I still have secrets I haven't told her about like my moms drinking problem though she never gets violent still.. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I take her hand in mine and I know that I'm going to have to take this all at one step at a time and that no matter what I will never let her be in that house or near her step mother again and I promise to my self and secretly to her that I will die before I will ever let her be hurt like this again.

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Roman d'amour"I read her eyes like paragraphs and her tears like chapters, because she didn't have much to say with words but rather, silence. And never let them tell you that silence isn't beautiful. Silence is what happens when words fall asleep and you must c...