Me And My Love

Past lives

Christians POV:

I'm laying on the couch with Summers head on my chest. We were watching a movie to calm ourselves down from the hike. Summer fell asleep, I have tried but I'm just not tired. I see something on the movie that reminded me of when I first went over to Summers house. I remember having to do a project with her in science, but we didn't finish it in class. "Can we go to your house to finish the project?" I asked her. "Sure,  I'm pretty sure my parents will be out for a week." She says smiling a little at me. 

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Flashback:

When we were at her house I noticed there was a car in the driveway. She stops where she is and stares  at it. I wonder why she's acting like this, I was about to ask her but she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the backyard and we climbed through the window into her room (I'm guessing). I finally get to ask her , "What was that all about?" "Shhhhh" she tells me and now I'm even more confused than I was before. But not for long, "Oh crap, I think she heard us" She says and locks her door. Right  then her mom starts to bang on the door really hard. Summer backs away into a corner and grabbed my arm pulling me with her. 

Her mom breaks down the door and stomps in, (I'm pretty sure she's an alcoholic). She grabs Summers arm and throws her to the wall, noticing I was there. She looks at me then somehow gets even more mad. "Oh no", I think. She grabs Summer by the hair and says "You nasty slut were you gonna f*** him, you were weren't you. Your such a nasty, lying, whore!" She screams while kicking Summers side in the same place over and over again. She then bends Summer in a way that was about to break her arm. Summer just takes all of it and cries, screaming in pain. I just sat there not thinking that this was real. I finally snap out of it and realize Summers in a pile of blood staring at me. Her mom finally lets go of Summer and walks out of the room. 

When she's out of sight I immediately go over to help Summer off the floor and help clean all the cuts and blood everywhere. It's then that I realize Summers skinny as hell! I can see her ribs. Is she starving? When was the last time she's eaten? I think to myself, but snap out of it and finish helping her. When were done she says, "I'm sorry you had to see that, the only reason I said yes to you coming over is because I thought she would be out if town." "It's fine, I'm sorry that you have to live like this. When was the last time you ate?" I ask her. "I can't even remember. "She  replies. "Do you want to get some food?" I ask. "Yeah, but I don't have any money." She says. "It's okay I was planning on buying it anyway." I say back to her. "Are you sure?" She asks feeling awkward. "Yeah, of course. Come on let's go before she comes back." I say as we climb out the window.

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Back to reality:

I realize that I'm crying and Summers looking up at me with a confused expression. "I just remembered the science project incident." I say, still softly crying. "Oh, that. I really am sorry you had to see all that." She says. "What , no, I'm glad I saw it because if I didn't it still would've happened to you and I wouldn't be there to help you!"I say getting mad. "And you wouldn't be with me right now, you could be dead because of her." I say suddenly getting really quiet. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her torso, and pull her so close she barely has any room to breathe. "I love you so much."she says crying into my shoulder as she understands why that day is so important to me. Because we wouldn't be together, and she could be dead. "I love you too." I say into her hair.

Summers POV:

That night I dream of the first time I went over to his house. (It was the night he first came to mine.) I remember going through his front door, and his parents in their bedroom yelling at each other. "This is why I wanted to come to your house, I didn't know it would be like it was though." He says looking down. "Their fighting because they want a divorce but niether of them want to take care of me." He says. "I'm sorry about that." I say to him. We head to his room, and open it there is blood in different spots of his room. I'm used to it, but only in my room. Its weird in someone else's. He notices me staring at the blood and says, "Sorry, I tried to clean it up a bit more but it stained." There is blood on the wall, blood drippings from his wall to his bed to the bathroom, and there's blood on his window. "Do you get abused too?" I ask him worriedly. "Yeah." He says. "We need to get on that project." He says, trying to change the subject, but failing. I'm already crying hard, he hugs me tight. "Why does life have to be like this?!" I ask."Because life is a dick." He says.

I wake up crying and burying my face into my pillow. I hear Christian calling my name and feel him shaking me lightly. I quickly get up and throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. I tell him what happened in my dream, and continue to cry into his shirt.