Black roses and dark dreams

Chapter eight: My '' lovely '' family

I stood there in the room. I couldn't move. I tried to talk, but Jax, still shocked, waved his hand in the air as a sign for me not to. I moved closer to the single hospital bed and climbed myself beside him.

I took a minute, while Jax was thinking, to analyze the room. It was all white: the walls, the floor, the doors, everything. It was a fresh air in the room. Probably from the open window.

I looked back at Jax. His eyes were extremely sad. It was breaking my heart. I couldn't see him like that. Especially when the person who was sad for, was me. He felt somehow responsible for me.

I slowly put my hand over his, not realizing that it was burned. He flinched and let out a groan. When I realized what I just did, I took my hand away immediately. I looked away and slowly started to remember the man that I should have loved the most. The man that it was supposed to be, even if he wasn't, the most important in my life. I stared at the wall, everything coming back into my head...

( Flashback )

I was in my bed. I couldn't sleep. Not with all the screaming and fighting. Even if it was awful, and probably every other teenager would have a reaction to what happened, I didn't. I was used to it. I covered myself with a blanket, took my headphones and started listening some music. It was the only thing that would make my fear go away some.

I wasn't scared. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen. Suddenly I heard my door getting kicked. My dad slammed the door behind him.

'' Get your ass up and take your clothes off!! ''

'' What? ''

'' You fucking bitch! Take your fucking clothes of!! '' I got off bed and he slapped me. He pushed my head into the wall.

'' Le go off me!! Dad what the hell is wrong with you?! '' I kicked him in the stomach. I ran downstairs. That's when I saw my mom. She was just standing there. Doing nothing to help me. She wasn't even crying. I tried to run out of the house, but a pair of strong hands grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

All I knew was that I was feeling pain. Then I saw blood and a knife on the floor. I had the strong to ran out as fast as I could.

I pulled out my phone, the only thing that I had with me. I collapsed on the ground. I was crying hard, and the pain, was killing me slowly. I was loosing more and more blood.

I searched through my contacts until I found the name 'Leo' on the screen. I dialed the number. I was hoping he would pick up. Leo was my elder brother. He left the house when I was 15 because of the scandals. I cried for months and promised myself and to him that I will never forgive him. He left me. When I realized I did the same thing with Kai, I tried to contact him. But he never returned my calls.

'' Yes? ''

'' Leo please don't hung up! '' I started crying even harder. I needed to go to the hospital.

'' What happened? Less, why are you crying? ''

'' He stabbed me, Leo. He hit me and then he stabbed me. ''

'' Where are you? ''

'' I'm near the house. I can't move. Help me, please! ''

'' Ok, wait there. Imma be there as fast as I can. '' He hung up. In less than 5 minutes he was there. He took me to the hospital and we talked. He apologized for letting me there. He wanted to kill my father. And he almost did. My father claimed him. I never saw my brother after that. He left 'cause he didn't want the police to find him.