Boyfriends little sister (hollstein) -completed-

Marks

( Song suggested is Talk by Coldplay )

She doesn't really leave the house while he's here. She can't. He won't let her. So for the next week and a half, Laura is hauled up in their shared apartment pretty much all day except for work and for grocery's.

He only hits her twice. But both times left a mark.

This is why she can't leave, this is why she can't tell anyone. She's afraid he'll kill her if she tried.

Shes scared.

Laura figures he probably got it from his mother.. The abuse I mean.. Carmilla turned out just fine but.. Some people are stronger than others I presume.

When he goes back to school in Germany, Laura gets back to her normal self.

If she's being totally honest here, shes used to this kind of thing. He comes home for a few days or a week and she plays along with his little games to make him happy. But if she fucks up some how she'll be dodging flying plates and vases.

Shes never happy when he's home.

How could she be, living with a monster like that?

Hopefully someday he'll just stay in Germany and never come back.

If that were to happen, maybe things would be different with Carmilla.

Wait.. Carmilla?

No no she can't be thinking of her right now.

She shakes her head from the thought and feels a pain in her eye. She winces and lightly touches the swollen spot.

She has concealer over her left cheek bone covering one bruise. Thank god the one on her back isn't visible. That ones huge. Apparently T.V remotes can leave a perfect imprint if it's thrown hard enough. Buttons and all..

"Laura can you get a bottle of Gilli from the back for me? Perry's in the back with the delivery."

Laura quickly turns towards LaF who's stocking the shelves and feels a little light headed.

"Sure thing LaF." She smiles, walking to the back of the store with easy steps.

She opens the door and searches the shelf for the bottle of Gilli, a sweet red wine.

It's too high up so she gets a chair from the table and drags it over.

She takes a deep breath and climbs the chair.

After getting the bottle she steps down and loses her breath, stumbling with the bottle, to the table.

She catches herself with a huff and sinks to the floor, placing the bottle next to her.

Laura's not really much of a wine person. Come to think of it, she's not really much of a drinker.

The only reason she has this job is because she like the way the store smells and because her best friend works here.

But the shelves are too high for her to reach and she tries to analyze everyone walking in and it creates stress.

The store smells bittersweet and sour. If she had to choose her favorite drink it would be a cherry wine cooler. She likes the soft stuff. Wine coolers and Mike's Hard Lemonade.

As shes trying to keep the room from spinning, she hears the door open.

"Laura?"

"Really?" She whines.

She's been avoiding her as best she can.

Dodging her at super markets and taking late shifts just so that she could miss her at the bus stop.