Stay With Me

Chapter 15

LIAM'S POV

I sat there on the ground for who knows how long. It felt like hours of watching the ground where the ambulance was. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"No."I said.

"Liam-" Luke tried to persuade.

"No." I said more forcefully.

"Come on we gotta go."

"NO! She can't go, she just can't!" I cried out as tears flooded my sight.

"Liam, you're not the only on that's worried you know! I have seen her like this twice and you thikn you're the only one that understands. I want to see that she's going to be okay. You have to stop this now!" Nick screamed as he walked closer to me as he was getting mad.

"I-I..."I stuttered trying to gather my thoughts and realized he was right.

"I know that you care but you need to get up and get in the car so we can see her." Nick said as he picked me up by my arms and pretty much dragged me as I stumbled.

I sat there with my head against the glass and thought. I thought about how she would be. If she's okay. I thought about how life would be if she was never cut herself or was ever depressed. She would be the happiest girl I've ever known. I thought about seeing her lying on that hospital bed. Seeing her pain come from inside of her to show on the outside, to show physically so someone knows. So someone could help her. So someone could understand her. She needs people to see inside and out. Her scars start to show the inside on the out. Now everyone can see how that when she bottles things up they erupt to this. Someone needs to see inside and out quickly before no one can ever see her again because she will be gone.

At the thought of her being gone my cheeks and face were painted and streaked with tears. They ran their own lines down my face. I felt them trickle off of my chin and onto my shirt. Why couldn't I just understand her then this wouldn't happen. Why does she have to feel this way? Why has all this bad happened to someone so good and kind? Why has all of this happened to my baby sister, the one I need to stay with me. The one person I need to be there to protect and to be a rock for. I need her as my rock. That was my last thought before getting out of the car to see my baby sister.

BELLE'S POV

The darkness that engulfed my senses turned to a dream or rather a memory I regocnized. One that was a curse and a blessing st the same time. I didn't know if I relived this memory would it harm me or help me. I saw the old bedroom of mine with a younger version of myself sitting on the bed rocking myself back and forth silently crying as I realized my Father didn't just hurt me, he hurt my mom and Liam. I thought it was because of my repulsiveness that he had to take it out on the people I loved. I rocked myself back and forth as I saw Father beat Liam until he had blood dripping from his head. I had to hold in my screams or Hather would do the same not only o me but mom too. I tried to shut my eyes but when I did I heard a loud bang. I opened my eyes and realized Fater started hitting Liam harder and it was my fault. I couldn't take it any  longer. I started trembling and shaking.

"You see Isabella, you only cause harm to people you 'love'. Now your poor brother here might not live simply because of the fact that you love him." Father said.

I thought quickly and the only solution was that I need to take the beating.

"Hey Father why would you beat someone that wants to take it? Why not give it to someone who deserves it like me?" I said and he looked like he contemplated the bargain and took up my offer.

"You're right. You deserve it and you deserve a worse beating than your brother. He gets to sit here and watch you squirm and scream while you get the beating that will end your life." He said as he showed his sinister smirk ass he tied Liam up so when he came to his senses all he could do was sit there and watch.