Fix You

Fix You - Ch.8

{authors note}

Yeah, I lied. Another side of Trevor:} I just think you guys should see how he deals with the situations too.

Tell me what you think:)

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Did she know? How could she? I was scared. My body felt as if something were shaking it, but I knew that I wasn't even moving. I kept my hand on my face.

"Your face is red," she said to me. "I was just wondering.. Did you hit it or something?" No, but someone else did, I thought to myself.

"Oh." I could barely get the words to spit out of my mouth.

"You can tell me." She said. I knew she wasn't trying to be nosy, she was just trying to help me. Maybe I should let her. Her hand grabbed mine and her fingers were laced through mine. I held on to her hand tighter.

Taking in a deep breath, I replied, "How do you know about my face?" Awesome, my voice cracked. 'Weak, son of a bitch. Do you think you're strong?' his words lingered in my mind. He was a monster. My father was a monster.

"I heard a crash right before I left. Did you fall?"

"No," I tightened my hold on her hand. Of course, I would start crying. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the single tear that was escaping from my eyes. "I didn't fall. I was pushed. My dad pushed me," This was harder than I thought, but I needed to tell somebody "he abuses me, Julianne."

Just as I was about to take the tears away from my cheeks, she reached up and did so for me. I felt so much pressure from my father, and now I was releasing it all now. She wrapped her fragile arms around me and I pulled her closer as I wrapped my arms around her. My tears streamed down my face and were absorbed in her shirt. This wasn't fair to her, she didn't need to see me like this.

I pulled away from her and took a sip of the water I had brought with me. She leaned her head on my back and I didn't move. Her arms wrapped around my thin waist and she locked her hands together above my hips. I placed my right hand over hers and closed my eyes. I didn't know what was going to happen next. I could never bring her over to my house again, and I knew she would want to. This girl was detirmined, if anything else, to find answers.

We sat in the same position for hours until we heard the movement of the front door. Julianne jerked up and we both turned our heads to see who the visitor was.

"Oh, hi." Mrs.Rose said. Mrs.Rose was a petite women, her hair was golden blonde just like Juliannes'. They could be twins if Mrs.Rose was younger. She walked into the kitchen placing her purse and keys down on the table. She dropped the shoes she was carrying onto the floor.

"Are you feeling any better?" She asked Julianne. I could tell she was angered by my presence.

"No, mom." Julianne answered, removing herself from the couch.

Mrs.Rose eyed me. "I just needed to talk to him. He was sick and," she paused. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?" she asked. I turned my head back to the living room and pushed my back further into the couch. I was so confused. I didn't know what I was going to do. What if my dad came home? What if he tried to hurt me again. I breathed in deeply trying to stop myself from sobbing, it worked, but I made a strange noise. I could hear the whispers of Julianne and her mother in the kitchen, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. "Here....please...but...I know... See...okay...no...understand...yes..mom...thank you.."

The conversation had stopped and Julianne took her place on the couch next to me. She looked like she was trying to figure out how to word her sentences.

"Um," she coughed. "Do you want to stay with us for a while? You won't have to go home.." she asked me. I looked her in the eyes. I thought about it and agreed. I was scared, what if my dad thought I ran away? Would he call the cops? Would he do anything? I doubt it. When my mother left us his only words were "She was weak. Too weak. She couldn't handel the reality. Son, never marry a girl like her and if someone runs out on you, let them go, they don't matter." I never forgot those words. I still didn't have any clothes and I knew my father wouldnt be home any time soon, so I made my way back to my house and collected some of the items that I could.

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Juliannes younger sister wouldn't leave me alone.

"Lexi, leave him alone." Mrs.Rose would say every couple minutes.

"Are you her boyfriend? Do you like dolls? Your eyes are pretty? Do you know that? I like you. You are nice."

"Lexi, leave him alone!" Julianne shouted from the stairs. She was drying her hair with a towel. Her hair almost seemed brown because of the water. She looked at me and motioned for me to come up stairs. I did.

"This is my room," she said. "You can sleep on the couch in here." I looked around noticing the small brown couch in the corner. I placed my bag down next to it and pushed my guitar case against the wall.

"Thank you." I said, engulfing her in a tight hug. I enjoyed her touch. I still felt nervous around her.

"The bathrooms right there." she pointed to the other side of the room. She looked apathetic, like all of her emotion was gone. I hoped I wasn't hurting her.

"You okay?" I asked pushing my hands deep inside my pockets.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Tired."