The Running Delinquent

Story of the scars

~Derrick's POV~

After Trinity got out of the water, me and the guys started throwing a football. I know that Blake came here just to perv on Trinity, but why was he also being nice? Usually he just fucked some random girl, and never talked to her again.

He was really pissing me off with all of his flirting, I swear if he does anything to hurt Trinity, I'll kill him! I'm so glad that Trinity lives with is now. She's an awesome person to be around.

She's really funny and cute, not to mention that she can kick a guys ass. I decided to go get some towels from the car for Trinity, and to go eat with her.

I got to the car and grabbed the towels and started heading back to the beach when I heard a scream. I looked up and saw a guy throw trinity into a black van and slam the door! Shit, she's in trouble!

I sprinted to the van which was across the parking lot, and peered through the window. I saw a guy on top of Trinity. Rage flooded my vision and I ripped the van door open.

"Derrick!" Trinity yelled. The guy turned to me, and said, "oh look! A night in shining armor!" He turned back to trinity, with a evil smile and said, "don't worry. I'll take care of him quick, then we can pick up where we left off."

I saw red, and tore him out of the van and punched him in the face. We fought for a while, but I got the top and knocked him out.

I grabbed the handcuff keys unlocked Trinity's handcuffs. Trinity rubbed her wrists and started to get up. Before she was sitting all they way up, I saw that her bathing suit top was pushed up so I could see her stomache. All across her stomache were pale white scars, they covered most of her stomach and continued up her chest.

"Trinity, how did you get those scars?" I continued staring at her scared stomache as she stuttered out a few words. Before she could finish, Mac's voice came out of nowhere.

"What's wrong, Derrick? Why did you run off like that?" Trinity quickly pulled her top over her stomach, as I explained what happened.

The rest of the guys ran up to us and asked what was happening, so I explained it to them also, of course leaving out the scars.

We decided to end our beach day and get home. On the way to the house, I sat with Trinity in the back. She had her head on my shoulder, and my arm was wrapped around her. She was so warm. I loved the feeling of having her close. I was still worried about her though.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. "Yeah, just a little shaken up. I never did thank you though." She said and wrapped her arms around my torso, and buried her face into my chest. I pulled her close, and she looked up at me and whispered, "thank you."

~~Trinity's POV~~

When we got back to the house, we all hurried in and went to change out of our wet suits. I took a shower in the master bathroom that was attached to my room. There were probably eight or nine bathrooms in this place.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my room. I stopped and stood rigid when I saw a person laying on my bed.

It was Derrick. "Um, Derrick, what aren't ou doing in here?" I asked. Derrick's eyes snapped to me and he took in my towel covered body. I could hardly say covered, since it was a pretty small towel.

"Oh! Sorry! I though you would come out...you know... With clothes on." He said apologetically. "Haha, um but what exactly did you want?" I asked. "I'll let you get dressed, and come back. I'm just gonna go then." He said standing and heading towards the door.

"No! You can stay, i mean if you want. Just turn away, or put your face on the pillow or something. It'll just be a second." I said.

"Okay." Derrick said and layed down on my bed, his face concealed by his arms. I quickly pulled on a tanktop and some shorts and gave Derrick the ok.

"Alright. I just wanted to talk about earlier at the beach." Derrick said. "Oh." I said and sat down on the bed next to him, and pulled my knees to my chest.

"What did the guy want from you? Why was he doing that?" He asked.

"Well he said that I had escaped once and I wasn't going to again. So obviously he worked for Farbault, and then he said that now that I was friends with you, I was a lot more valuable to them, because of your dad being rich." I said.

Derrick sucked in a breath and turned to me. "Are you sure that's all he said?there wasn't anything else?" He asked worried. "No, there wasn't anything else, hat was all he said." I told him.

We sat thinking for a while until Derrick broke the silence. "Where did you get your scars?" He asked abruptly. I was surprised. He saw the look on my face and quickly added, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want."

"It's okay, I'll tell you. Through the early years of my life, I was very happy. I had a loving mother and father, I had little friends, and my parents bought me a lot of toys. Around when I was six, my father started drinking. I remember one night I heard my mom and dad screaming at eachother. I heard a smacking sound, and some thumps, then the sound of my mom crying. I opened the door to my room, tiptoed to the kitchen and watched what was happening. I saw my mom on the floor sobbing, with a bloody lip and already bruised eye. My father had a bottle of liquor in his had and was yelling at my mom still. I ran back to my bedroom and started crying. In the morning I woke up to find my mom gone, with only a note left behind. It said, 'I'm sorry, Trinity. I love you.' I started sobbing, and crying out my moms name, until my dad yelled at me to shut up." By this time I had tears streaming down my face. But I continued.

"After a few months, I realized my mom would never come back for me. My dad usually came home every night, drunk and beat me, or screamed at me. This happened since then, and he became a drug dealer, when I was 13. One night my dad came home drunker than usual. I hid in my room, until he came to my room and started banging on my door. I sat up against the door, trying not to let him get in, but he just shoved the door open. I knew what would happen, so I ran and hid under my bed. He pulled me out from under and started beating me again. I pushed my self into the corner, as he kicked me. Then it stopped. I looked up and saw my father holding a kitchen knife. I cowered into the corner trying to disappear as he grabbed my arm. Then I remember him telling me that I was getting what I deserved for splitting up him and my mom. He started making long cuts in my stomach, and soon passed out from the pain. I woke up on my floor, blood soaked into the carpet, and it dried on my stomach. I carefully got up, and went to the bathroom. I cleaned off all the dried blood with a wash cloth, and saw them snaked all across my stomach, everywhere. I collapsed and broke down."

I started crying more, and leaned into Derrick. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "I'm so sorry, Trinity. I will never let another person hurt you again." He said.

I continued to sob and cling closer to Derrick. It was about 10:30 at night, and I was getting tired. I cried more, and then fell asleep in Derrick's arms.

~Derrick's POV~

How could someone do that to someone as nice and caring as Trinity? I would never let a bastard like that touched her again, and I would certainly never let her go.

Trinity clung on to me for dear life and cried. She eventually drifted to sleep, so I layed her down on her bed, and layed down next to her, and hugged her. I felt warm next to her broken body. It felt right being next to her, comforting her.

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Yay! Another chapter! I'm having a lot of fun writing this book, and have some plans for it!