That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 2

"Porcelain, I can take you home now," Tristan said as he walked into my room; "Where are you Porce?"

He looked around and I let out a small weep. He turned around and fell to his knees infront of me. Tristan pulled me into a tight hug and let me cry into his shoulder.

"Porcelain, what happened?" he asked.

"D-Derek... I-I don't wanna leave," I wept.

"What about Derek?" he asked.

Tristan picked me up off the floor and set me in his lap on my bed.

"He hurts me and wont let me break up with him," I wept; "He said that I'll regret leaving the hospital."

"How long has he done this?" Tristan asked.

"2 and a half years," I said.

"Baby girl, why didn't you tell anyone especally me?" He asked.

"I was scared. Please help me, and don't tell my dad," I begged.

"Not this time, we're telling your dad tonight," Tristan said; "No argument."

"Fine, but please don't let Derek near me," I begged.

"That I can promise, he wont ever hurt you again. Now lets go home," Tristan suggested.

"Okay, but where are my clothes?" I asked.

"Um... they got all bloody so you don't have any," Tristan said.

" Then go get me some pants and a sweater, no one else needs to see my scars," I said all paniced.

"I was joking, they're on the chair," he said.

I got off Tristans lap and grabbed my clothes. I quickly changed and carefully pulled my sweater over my stitches and bandage. Tristan wrapped his arm around my back protectivally and led me from the hospital. I got in the car and saw all the blood from my wrist earlier.

"Tristan, I'm so sorry about your car," I said.

"Don't worry, it just takes some cleaning," he said.

Once we got home we were welcomed by my dad, Matt, Alice and Mike. Tristan told them all about Derek as I was led into the house. Now everyone knew about my cutting and about Derek's abuse, I had no secrets left. I stayed in the livingroom, my dad was on my left, Tristan was on my right, and Matt was sitting on the table in front of me. I leaned on Tristans shoulder, trying not to break down, trying not to race off to find my scissors and give myself fresh cuts.

"Dad, can you get me some coke zero?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied and got up.

"Tristan... help me," I begged.

That was our key phrase when I wanted him to stop me from cutting, I didn't ask for help often, only when I knew I would do too much damage to myself.

"Okay, I'm right here. I wont let you go. Just relax, it's not that bad right now," he said and wrapped his arms supportivally around my shoulders, so if I tried to take off he could hold me back.

Everything went quiet for a few minutes when someone started pounding on the front door. I could tell it was Derek at the door. I curled closer into Tristan, I needed protection. My dad got the door and Derek barreled past him, Matt and Mike. Tristan scooped me up and ran from the livingroom. I heard fighting from the livingroom but I just tried to make myself as small as possible.

"GIVE HER TO ME! SHE'S MINE," Derek yelled at Tristan.

"No, you hurt her," Tristan replied.

"No I love her, and she loves me. Baby, please tell him you love me," he begged.

"I-I can't, I don't love you. All you do is hurt me," I cried.

"Then I guess I'll just have to take you back then," Derek threatened.

"Please just leave me alone," I begged.

Tristan set me back on my feet and I had to lean against him for support. Derek stepped closer to me and pulled a knife off the counter.

"Derek, don't hurt them. If you leave my family alone I'll go with you," I said.

"Porce don't. It's not worth it," Tristan said.

I ignored him and took a shakey step towards Derek. I wallked closer to Derek and took the knife from his hand. I set it on the counter and slid it out of reach.

"Derek, let's go," I said and took his hand.

"I love you Porcelain," Derek told me and kissed me.

"I-I love you too Derek," I replied.

I began to lead him from the house when I hear sirens. Derek paniced and put me into a choke hold. I pulled on his arm trying to breath as he pulled me back to the kitchen. I felt a blade hit my throat and my breathing all but stopped. He let everyone else leave but kept me, the only thing I was thinking was what had I done?

I saw a police officer slowly walk in with his gun at the ready. The blade pressed closer to my neck and I began to let tears fall from my eyes.

"Derek, put the knife down and let her go," The officer said.

"No, she's mine. I will only put the knife down if Porcelain comes with me," Derek sneered.

"P-please Derek. If you love me you wont kill me," I tried to reason.

"But you don't love me, why should you live?" he asked.

'Help me' I mouthed to the officer, he slightly nodded his head in return.

"If you don't release her then I will shoot," The officer threatened.

Derek pressed the blade even closer to my neck and I heard a gun go off. Derek fell to the floor and I was pulled down with him. The knife slightly sliced my neck, I scrambeled from his arms taking the knife with me. I didn't look at Derek but I knew he was dead. I hid behind the island, I turned the knife over in my hands for a few moments before I threw it across the room and began weeping.