Chapter Twenty Two "Broken"

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Hearing the door open, I gain control over my senses. Acting like nothing happened I slowly got out of bed, my back towards hims, rubbing my eyes quickly with the long sleeve. The smell of cigarettes and cinnamon in the air. I felt him near me.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he laid his head on my shoulder. 

"What is the matter love?" He whispered in my ear.

He doesn't care about your feelings.

"Nothing." I stated. 

He is heartless.

I tried to get out of his grip. 

He only wants you for his needs.

His grip tightened. Gripping my sweat pants tightly.

"Let me go!" I screamed. 

He pulled me hard against his chest. 

He is a monster. He kidnapped you.

He lifted his right hand and put it forcefully on my forehead.

"Please! I want to go home!" I wept.

Pain.

Sadness.

Anger.

That is all I felt at this point.

No one loves me, no one cares for me. I am used for others enjoyment.

I fell limp as I closed my eyes and wept. Tears flowing down my face.I felt the force leave me and I fell to the floor. Curling into a ball I rocked myself back and forth.

Did Kris forget about me? Was she happy that I left? Did she use me like the rest did? Questions overflowed my head.

My body felt numb. My tears stopped. My cries immediately stopping as well.

Avery picked me up ever so slowly and laid me down on the bed. He laid down beside me, laying my head on his cold chest. I narrowed my eyes.

Shirtless as usual.

I silently grumbled in my head. 

His fingers playing with my long ratty hair, calming me. Bringing me closer to him he laid his right hand on the back of my head pulling me towards him. The smell of cigarettes and cinnamon overflowing my senses again.

I relax against him instantly. Becoming tired from crying.

"When can I go home?" I asked.

"You can never go home babe." He whispered softly. His fingers never stopping their playful tugs and itches on my head.

I looked up toward him. "Why not?" I asked.

"I don't want to see you harmed anymore." He whispered, looking at me. 

"I don't want to see you emotionless like you have been all those years. Holding in your emotions like that. Not letting anyone get passed that wall that you built. I also want to see those scars fade." He added. 

His right arm went inside my shirt and traced a long scar on my spine. Sending a shiver.

My eyes widened.  

Does he actually care about me?

He is taking advantage of you being weak.

I honestly don't care any more. I laid my head back on his chest and slowly slipped to unconsciousness

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