Chapter 5

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All my senses disappeared. I couldn't smell. Because if I could I'd definitely smell the strong intoxicating smell of liquor and the skunk smelling stench of pot. I couldn't see because of I could I would be wishing that I couldn't. I couldn't hear because if I could I would be deaf from all the loud screams. I couldn't feel because if I did then I would be wishing that the pain would end. And I couldn't taste because if I could I'd definitely taste the blood in my mouth.

        I woke up hearing screams and feeling pain. Terrible pain. But I had to figure out whose screams these were so I didn't worry about the pain I was feeling.
         I followed the loud thuds and screams all the way to the kitchen. The first thing I saw was my dad so I cowardly hid behind the door frame. I could still see what was happening though.
I wasn't happy.
        I saw Alex's face screaming at my dad telling him to never touch me again. My dad grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on the counter and went over to hit him with it. However, Alex is quicker. So he flung it across the room and punched him, knocking him to the ground. He kept kicking him while he was down.
         I ran in, almost slipping on the blood that was dripping to the ground from my body. "ALEX! ALEX STOP PLEASE STOP!" But he didn't hear me. He kept kicking him. I don't care about my dad but I don't want Alex to get in trouble with the police.
         He kept kicking until I bear hugged him. At that point he fell into my arms and I leaned on the island in my kitchen. He was heaving through corrupted lungs and I kept saying it would be okay. But that made him snap.
         "IT'LL BE OKAY?! 'It'll be okay Alex, my dad just beat till I blacked out is all. Just the usual.' IT WON'T BE OKAY! Look at you Jocelyn. You still haven't stopped bleeding.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN UP!" I heard as someone banged on the door. I looked at Alex fearfully. "Alex don't let them see me! They're going to put me in a hospital! I they're going to put me into foster! Alex please," I whisper-yelled. He hugged me gently. Like he knew that if he squeezed to hard I'd stop breathing. "We're not running from the police. They'll think we're the ones at fault. We can't," he said in a calming voice.
I started screaming. "ALEX PLEASE NO! Don't let them- don't let them do this to me- PLEASE NO- PLEASE TELL THEM TO LEAVE ME ALONE!" But it was too late. They started barging in.
Everything slowed done.
Time.
Vision.
Life.
"NO NO NO NO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE STOP DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Alex kept hugging me in the corner of the kitchen as I rocked back in forth. I was waiting for him to tell the police where we were. To say that we needed help, and fast. I mean I was bleeding. A lot. But I'm kind of glad Alex didn't.
The last thing I remember was Alex screaming, "NO YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG! TELL THEM JOCELYN TELL THEM!" A couple of paramedics came over to me and said, "Its gonna be okay. You're safe now." I wanted to tell them that Alex was good. That the only part he had in this was the part of me being saved. But right as I was about to I got put on a stretcher, and got stabbed with a needle.
I tried to open my mouth to speak...
But nothing came out.
I tried.
That was actually the first day I ever realised how tremendously and insanely fucked up my life truly was. I had hardly even known this boy. This boy I met like 3, 4 days ago. And yet I knew I loved him. And yet I put him through so much pain. And yet I got him arrested. And yet he faced my dad.
No ones ever done that.
I know I'm worthless. I know no one can love me, but this is the closest I've ever gotten to love.
I needed someone... and I was hoping he'd be that someone. I was hoping Alex would be the one to heal me and call attention to my constant SOH's.

-Authors Note-
I'll probably still continue this just for the fun of it actually. Some parts of this story are things that have happened in real life that I've never told anyone. It feels so good to finally be able to tell someone in a not-so-open way.

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