Save Me From Him

"Lucky"

We stayed with Scott and the rest for a little while, then Kilian decided to take me home. I was dreading this. I said goodbye to everybody and when I got to Scott I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and cry and tell them that Kilian was going to hurt me when we got home, but I didn't I hugged and kissed Scott then left them. The drive home was very quiet. When we got to my house we got out of the car and I went to open the front door. Once we were inside everything started. Kilian locked the door and pulled me by my hair down to the ground and dragged me up the stairs. He pulled me all the way into my room and threw me in there as if I was a rag doll. He then locked my room door and turned slowly towards me. I suddenly knew what was coming to me, its what he did to me the last time I avoided him. He slowly took his belt off and walked towards me.

"Lydia I'm starting to think that you actually like the beatings i give you is that true?" He asked

"No" I whispered. Now that was a bad move. He raised his hand and hit his belt a centimeter away from my hand.

"Talk louder Lydia! I didn't know you where mute! Now answer the question correctly!" He yelled.

"No." I said louder.

" Good girl, now you know what to do. We wouldn't like a repeat of last time do we?" He said.

The last time he had done this my pack almost found out. Kilian made a mark that was noticeable, and Scott started asking questions. Kilian being the bastard he was said that i was being being clumsy and fell. That was also the time he withdrew blood. Not having enough energy inside of me to fight this, I knelt down and took my shirt off.

" One slash for every hour that you decided to ignore me. Lets see we talked at 7:00 pm last night and you ignored me until 3:00pm today. That makes it  exactly 20 hits." He sneered.

One hit.

Two hits.

Three hits.

Four hits.

Five hits.

Six hits.

By this time I was already bleeding, I couldn't scream or he'd add more. I started having trouble breathing.

Seven hits.

Eight hits.

Nine hits.

Ten hits.

I started getting black spots in my vision.

Eleven hits.

Twelve hits.

Thirteen hits.

Fourteen hits.

Fifteen hits.

Sixteen hits.

Seventeen hits.

Eighteen hits.

Nineteen hits.

Twenty hits.

When he was done I was close to blacked out all I remember seeing was him leaving my room and locking it. He always did that if I was passed out. Believe it or not this time I was lucky.