Living

Chapter 3

The next day, all I wanted to do was sleep. But Jake had other plans. He dragged my ass out of bed and said, "The new guys are downstairs and wanting to see you." I sat up quickly from my spot on the floor from where I had fallen when Jake pulled me out of bed. You thought I was joking. Nope. He had full on pulled the blankets off of me and grabbed me by the feet and pulled me out of bed. "Are you kidding?" He shook his head and left the room, closing the door behind him. I quickly threw on a hoodie and a pair of sweat pants. I took the stairs two at a time despite the pain in my ribs and ankle. I followed the voices into the kitchen. I went straight to the alcohol and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. I then turned to the island and saw 4 sets of eyes staring at me. Jake, Blaze, Michael, and Damon were looking at me with worry in their eyes.

"What?" I took a shot of the bittersweet drink and nearly sighed at the familiar heat running down my throat. Blaze moved from his chair and was at me in 2 steps. He put his hands on my face gently, "Who did this to you?" I nearly flinched at his tone. "Why do you care? You just met me." He looked hurt at that but covered it up with a frown. "Lyla. Tell us who did this to you." He said again. "We tried to get Jake to tell us but he said it wasn't his story to tell." Michael spoke up. I sighed and walked to the living room and sat down on one of the couches. The boys followed me in and sat around, waiting to hear what I was about to tell them. I took a double shot before beginning my tale.

"My parents always fought, since before I could remember. Over the years, of no birthday parties and not having parents that care, I learned how to take care of myself. Well kind of. If you count smoking and drinking taking care of myself." I stopped for a moment to sigh and then began again. "Just recently, my parents fighting have been getting worse. I would always ignore it, turn up my music, and numb my feelings by drinking. But, something changed. My mother was finally tired of all the fighting, I guess, and decided to leave yesterday. My father wasn't happy about it, and took it out on me. I tried to fight back. I really did. But it wasn't enough... He beat me, called me names, and threw me around like a rag doll...." I didn't know I was crying until I felt the wet tears run down my face and the salt from the tears burn my split lip.

"That fucking bastard! I'll kill him!!" Blaze stood up, his eyes blazing red. Wait, blazing red? I shook my head and looked back at Blaze. His eyes were still red. He looked really scary and I flinched, the abuse still fresh on my mind. Blaze noticed me flinch and his face softened. "I'm sorry, Lyla. I did not mean to scare you." I nodded. That's all I could do. Michael stood up and left the room, only to come back with a black hoodie on and then walking out the door. "Did I say something wrong to make Michael leave?" Damon shook his head. "No, he just... can't handle talk of abuse." Blaze was pissed off again and pacing around the room with clenched fists. "You will not be going back to that house. I will not allow it." I was confused and starting to get pissed off. I stood up and looked straight at Blaze. "How dare you! You can't tell me what to do! I'll be 18 tomorrow and then I will be able to do what ever the fuck I want. So don't stand there and act like you control me!" I stormed upstairs and went straight to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I quickly turned on the shower and stripped down. At least, that way, I could take some of the pain away from my body.

Blaze's POV

She just couldn't go back there. All 4 of us had felt her pain last night. I regret not running straight to her house to check on her. If I would have, she wouldn't be in pain right now. She wouldn't hate me... I can't handle her hate towards me. She was apart of the group before we were all cast out. I just can't believe she doesn't remember. She doesn't remember us. She doesn't remember her true self. She doesn't remember that she is a fallen angel....

"Earth to Blaze. Come in, Blaze." Jake said and snapped his fingers. "Huh?" I looked at him confused. Had I zoned out? "I was saying that we need to tell her tomorrow. Take her to the Place." I looked at Damon, "Are you okay with that?" He nodded. I sighed. "Okay. We'll do that. She deserves to know the truth." Jake looked up at the ceiling. I did the same and heard the water running. "How long has she been in the bathroom?" Damon looked at his phone. "Umm... 30 minutes. Why?" Jake jumped up from his seat and took off up the stairs. I quickly followed behind him. Something was wrong. I could feel it. 'Stupid! I should have noticed it before!' When I reached upstairs, her bedroom door was already open. I ran straight to the bathroom where I saw something that I wish I would have never had to see. There, laying on the now blood stained tile floor, was a bleeding Lyla. There were claw marks on her chest.

I growled. Hellhound! I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist. Jake grabbed another towel and tried to stop the bleeding with it. I touched her face gently and looked up at Damon. "Get Michael over here now!" He nodded and ran out the door. Probably to get his phone from what I could tell. I looked back down at Lyla. "You better not fucking die on me, turbs el! (beautiful one in enochian.) Not when we just got you back."

   Jake and I managed to bandage her up. But what I couldn't understand was how the hellhound got in here without us knowing. Or why Lyla didn't scream.

Damon ran back into the room. "He won't answer his phone." I growled again and looked at Lyla. She didn't have much longer if she didn't heal soon. "Dammit!" Quickly ran and picked out some clothes for her to put on. I handed them to Jake, because he was the one she trusted the most out of the 3 of us, and turned my back so he could put the clothes on her. When he gave the all clear, I quickly but gently picked her up bridal style and walked as fast as I could to my car. I was going to have to take her to the one place our kind should never step foot in. A hospital.

I know it's not a long chapter but it's the best I can do at the moment. Enjoy.
-S