Dirk's POV-
I was sitting on the couch watching t.v. It was 2:30 in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. Fuck fuck fuck... Why does night time have to be the time when you sleep. I was exhausted all day today and at night? Nope, no sleep for Dirk Strider. This sucked and there was nothing to do. I sighed and turned off the t.v. Maybe I can try to get some sleep.
"Dirk!" I jumped in surprise as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I look at my attacker quickly. It was Dezi... I let out a sigh and push up my pointy anime style sunglasses.
Everything was silent until I heard the sound of loud sobbing.
Quickly I turn and face Dezi with a concerned look. The clear tears ran down her beautiful face which she had buried into my chest. My arms wrap around her and I pulled her close to me and I leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.
"Shh... Dee? What's wrong? Nightmares again?"
Her small body was quivering and he pulled me closer, hugging me tightly as she nodded slowly. I lifted her chin up with my thumb. The dark mirror shades reflected my worried expression and I reach out and pull them off of her face. Her crimson eyes were now more red and puffy then they ever have been.
Dezi had been having nightmares ever since she moved in with us. Her past wasn't exactly "picture perfect". She was beaten many times by her ex boyfriend and abused by her own father. A few months later I met her at a park she was bruised beaten and abandoned which only broke my heart to see. Eversince then, I had vowed to protect her and love her like a sister. Although my feelings have been growing to more than that I kept my vow and took care of her just like my older brother had done for me...
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~ Dezi's POV
_Dream begin_
I was alone in my old house. Curled into a ball on the floor. My shirt was stained with a red liquid which I surely knew wasn't Kool-Aid... I gasp and my hand goes to my chest and I sit up coughing furiously, a few drops of blood left my mouth. Where was everyone? My head hurt and my body ached I couldn't move.
Then I heard his laugh... That laugh, quickly my hands covered my face and I double in half and turn away. Please please please why won't he leave me alone I have never done anything to him. I felt his strong hand on my shoulder and I was jerked around to face him. He grabbed me by the collar and wraps his hand around my thin throat. I gasp and claw at his hand. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I choked out a few words. "
Pl-please... Don't do this please!" My eyes widen and in less than a second I was thrown on the floor. My eyes widen in horror and my eyes began to water. Not one tear fell. He glared down at me and hisses into my ear. "Stupid little bitch why don't you cry?!"
After six months of beating and torture I was physically unable to cry. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't. I knew this is what angered him most. He liked to be dominant and seeing my tears was the proof he needed to show he was dominant. I blinked them away. No, not this time would I let him win.
I slowly climb to my feet. There was a stinging pain in my chest and I immediately grabbed my ribs. I was certain one was broken from the impact. His fingers tangled into my blonde hair and he pulled me across the room and slams me into the wall. I whimpered weakly and fell to my knees. A strong hand slammed itself onto my back.
I scream out in pain and collapse onto the floor. He kneels down and rolls me over. His hand grabbed my face and he pulled it upwards, forcing me to look into his eyes. Another hand raised and my eyes clench shut, bracing myself for the impact.
