I Met a Vampire Down in Santa Carla

Chapter Fourteen

Trigger Warning : Mentions of abuse, Mention of past attempt (not in depth),Past of lost child (Not in depth), Vilonce. 

I sip my soda, watching as people pass by without worry. They are completely oblivious to the monsters that roam amongst them. I was one of those people until a week ago. Even though I know the truth about the boys, my feelings for David haven't faltered. Sure, it was nerve-wracking to think this whole time he could've killed me like it was nothing, but he hasn't. I'm brought back to reality with Marko shouting about a guard. David puts out his cigarette and grabs my hand. He gets on his bike and waits for me to get on with him before taking off. I hold on tight. He's going faster than he usually would when I'm riding with him. We stopped near my car, laughing. "What was that?" I ask 

"Paul got caught trying to steal something." Marko hits Paul on the side of the head. "Now we have to kill that guy so we don't get in trouble," I freeze, still not used to the lingo they use. 

"Hey, you good?" David asks, "You look pale." I nod and get off, hugging him goodbye. I start my car, only for it to stutter and not work. I try again and again, only for it to fail. I get out pissed off. They had already ridden off. I give him a quick call, causing them to come back. They are back in a few minutes. "Can't get enough of me, huh?" He jokes 

"Haha." I roll my eyes. "It won't start." Dwayne walks over and opens the hood. This is the third time this week. 

"Did you take it in yet?" Dwayne asks. I shake my head. He frowns his face reading 'bitch really'.

"I'm sorry I haven't had time, and it's the only ride I have." I end up having to call a tow truck. Watching as my car is gone, I groan, holding my chest. "I hate watching it leave, goodbye sweet prince." I reach out. 

"God, you're dramatic," David snickers as he lights another cigarette. 

"Hey, that car is my baby. How would you like it if your bike broke down?" His eyebrows knit together, and he flips me off, causing me to stick my tongue out at him. Things have finally found normalcy. Steve hasn't been up my ass ever since I said no to the proposal he hasn't said a word to me. Band practice has also gotten more regular. Every night, I've been spending it with my favorite people. 

"Come on, I'll drive you home." He motions for me to hop on. I wrap my arms around him tightly in anticipation of him taking off like a bat out of hell. The drive wasn't long, and when we pulled up in the driveway, I noticed Steve peeking at us from the window. I hug David, saying bye, before watching as he drives off. I enter the house it is almost time for Steve to leave for work. 

"So that's who you choose." Steve pipes up, fixing his sleeve.

"What?" I look at him, confused. 

"Are you dating him?" He gets close, I back up as fear creeps its way into my pores. I shake my head. "But you're fucking him tho right?" I shake my head and am about to speak when I feel a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I fall to my knees, gripping my bruising stomach. He punched me. He kicks me to where I'm lying on my back before stomping just above my pelvic area. I sob as pain becomes too much to bear. Memories of that night when I lost my son at the forefront of my mind. Steve steps over me. "Just in case," He slams the front door before leaving for work. I lay on the ground, helpless, trying to catch my breath, the wind having been knocked out of me. 

Once I have the strength to get up, I go to the bathroom and lift my shirt to see a dark bruise forming. I hold my stomach before breaking down into sobs. All I could think about was my son. The day I lost him, I tried to kill myself so I could be with him. Even though there is no baby this time, the memories make it real. It makes what he did real. He would stoop to a level even satan would grimace at. I eventually hear mom asking what's wrong. I leave the bathroom, having cried so hard that I threw up. I glare at her, my emotions pointed at the wrong person.