Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 32

Warning: Sexual Content. Not till Mariah's P.O.V.

Kaylee's P.O.V.

Home. I never thought I'd miss home at all. But being away from it for a week and being tortured as an alternative, makes you want to crawl into bed, wrap up in blankets, and lay there all day.

Anyways the point is that I'm finally back home. The doctor let Bree and I go early, mostly because we're fine in terms of infection. But also because it could take a month for the swelling to go away. Devin, Mariah, Ashton, Harry, Tony, and Michael have all basically stayed at the hospital. The only ones to actually leave the room were Tony and Michael, but either way, it was nice having their company. I learned a lot about them, and I'm actually happy they care about us, because I've never had that before, other than my girls.

Ashton has helped me get back home and into my room. I'm in desperate need of a shower, I mean an actual shower. I really appreciate all the help Ashton has given me, but I need to just be by myself, and I know a shower is the only way to get that.

"I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" I tell him

"Alright, I'll help you." He nods. I put my hand up and shake my head.

"No. I appreciate everything, I do, but I can shower by myself. Please?" I plea. He looks a little hurt then his eyes soften and he looks down.

"You're still ashamed of the way you look." He says slowly.

"Well yes, and a shower should help my body relax." I kiss his cheek so he'll look at me.

"I know what can make you relax." He winks. I weakly push him away and roll my eyes as I go into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I haven't seen my body yet, not in a reflection at least. I strip my clothes and take a deep breath before turning around and looking at myself in the mirror.

I don't even recognize myself. My eyes are red, both inside and out, and puffy. There's dark circles under my eyes and purple, almost black blotches all over my body. My wrists and ankles are swollen and hair is tangled and messy. There's little red slits and scabs all over and they look like they hurt, but my body feels numb.

I feel ugly, but I do look ugly so it makes sense. Looking at all the new marks on my body remind me of every thing I remember. Even after three days, the image is still fresh on my mind. His eyes still burn into me if I picture them. I wonder what he would have done if Calum didn't find us and the boys didn't come save us. I'm actually a little surprised Bree is still alive. She stronger than any of us thought she was. And I don't mean that in a bad way, I really don't.

I think we would have died. I know I really wasn't strong enough to last more than four more days, but then again I was wrong about Bree so maybe we would have lasted a little longer. I have never felt so much weakness around someone before. I've never felt terrified around a guy before, but with Alex, I couldn't help it. And seeing Ashton kill him, reminds me not to make him mad, ever. Even then I don't think he'd ever hurt me like that.

I don't know what made Ashton so mad, like would he have done that for any body or just me? I know that I would do the same thing for him, but I wouldn't do it for any body else. I mean for like my girls and family, I would too, but not another guy. I'm not exactly sure why either, I just would.

Maybe it's because of the way he makes me feel when he touches me. It's almost like he rubbed his socks against carpet and shocks me, but he doesn't do it intentionally. I don't know how else to explain it. Then, it sends chills down my spine and flows through my veins. It transfers through every nerve and pushes out negativity. It's like one of newtons laws. It can't be created or destroyed, only transferred. It's an energy that feels like a chemical reaction and I crave it.