Bruises (Hat Films and Yogscast)

Chapter Three

Alex's POV

Alisa feel asleep in my arms. Her breathing was calmer and she didn't seem to be scared any more. Ross and Trott went downstairs while I stayed with Ali. I slowly got up from her bed and walked towards the door. I walked out of the room and downstairs. I went to the living room and saw Ross and Trott on the couch. I sat in between them and sighed. I started to think about Alisa.

"Are you okay Smith?" Trott asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him, tears at the brim of my eyes. "Smith?"

"Honestly... no. I'm worried about her. What if she... She... She harms herself?" I choked trying not to cry.

"Alex." Ross only used my first name when he was serious. "You need to chill out. I'm sure she won't. I'm sure." To me, he didn't sound sure at all. "Even if she does, we'll be there for you and her! I promise." He said. I smiled. Trott nodded in agreement.

"Thank you guys. I'm going to bed."

"See ya Smith." They said in unison.

Alisa's POV

I awoke from another nightmare. I wanted to forget about the crash, the abuse. I was abused by my dad. He would drink and beat me. No not beat me, torture me. He burned me with hot metal, made me bleed when he broke beer bottles on my head. Made me scream when he would kick, punch, and slap me. Did Alex know about this?

I walked out of my room and went downstairs. The floorboards creaked under my weight. I finally reached the kitchen. 'Am I really going to do this?'

"Any thing to forget..." I answered to myself. I tiptoed through the kitchen not wanting to wake Alex, Trott and Ross up. They couldn't see me do this, I couldn't imagine the pain they would feel if they caught me. I searched through the drawers and finally I found what I was looking for.

I pulled out a knife. I wasn't big, but it wasn't small. I went back up to my room and closed the door quietly not wanting to wake them up. I leaned against the corner of my bed and looked at the sharp, glistening tool. I pushed it to my arm. Blood trickled down from the cuts. Three for mom. One for dad. Four for Alex and one for Ross and Trott. I felt myself get dizzy and tired. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

...

I woke up again to something I didn't want to see. A bloody knife was beside me and my arm had nine scars. I felt a pain in my neck from from sleeping upright. The last thing I saw, I wish I didn't. It was Alex. He was standing in front of me holding his breath and biting his lip. "Thank god you're okay! Alisa? Why'd you do it?" He asked pulling me into a hug.

"Alex. I've been through some dark s***. Stuff that you could never imagine. I would do anything to forget. I found that pain helps. Please don't be mad. I didn't mean for you to find out. I didn't want to hurt you." I said hanging my head.

"Alisa. You're fine. When we get to Yogtowers you're telling me, Ross, and Trott everything. Get ready. I'll be downstairs waiting." He said walking out the door. He had taken the knife with him. I took a shower and got dressed. I wore a black and white shirt with jeans and black converse. I curled my ginger hair and put a grey beanie on. I grabbed a hoodie and bag and went downstairs.

"You ready to go?" Alex asked walking towards the door. He threw me a granola bar.

"What's this for?" I asked him pointing a finger at it. I wasn't used to eating in the mornings, much less at all.

"Breakfast. You ever heard of it?" He joked as we walked down the sidewalk to Yogtowers. When we finally reached the building Smith buzzed us in.

"Hello! This is Yogtowers, this is Strippin, how may I help you?" The man's voice was cheery.

"It's Smith and Alisa. Let us in you p****." Alex said into the mic.

"Okay geez. Come on in!" He said unlocking the doors. Me and Alex went into the lift and waited for it to stop. When it finally did we walked to the Hat Films office in silence. He looked up probably to see if the recording light was on. He opened the door and pointed to the couch. I obeyed his command and sat down. He sat next to me and Ross and Trott followed.

"Alisa, please tell me... please tell us." Alex pleaded. I sighed.

"Well when I was four, the beatings started. And by beatings, I mean torture. Dad would make me watch mom get beat up, after he was done with her, it would be my turn. He would smash beer and whiskey bottles on my head. He would cut me with knifes, He would punch, kick, and slap me till the point of passing out. When I was seven, I almost died of starvation. I barely got anything to eat. Well that continued till about last week when the police found my car flipped over. I was driving Mom and Dad to the hospital because... because... Mom's water had broke. This stupid drunk idiot drove right in front of us and killed all of my family that I knew at the time. The baby didn't make it. We could've had a brother Alex! But I was stupid enough not to avoid that stupid truck! I killed three people... that's a lot more pain than you will ever know in your entire life."

Yes I know Strippin doesn't live there anymore but, whatever! I also know the Hats don't live together anymore, but for this story they do! Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I will update weekly... so every Wednesday, unless I have a butt load of work to do! Or if I want to update it... Thank you for reading!

-JerryTheMouse