Unexpected

Chapter 7: Evil

~You can't break what broke apart! There's nothing you can do to me no more! You can't break a broken heart!~

I had to get out of here. He's so mad, he'll kill me. I couldn't stay here much longer. If I stay here he might come and look for me and then hell will break loose.
I couldn't do that to Zach and Joey after everything they've done for me.

Light snoring hit my ears, I turned my head to find Joey and Zach asleep. Now was my chance to leave.

Slowly and gently I crawled out of their arms and out if the bed. I made my way out to the kitchen. I opened a drawer and took out a piece of paper and a penn.

'I'm sorry. I had to go.
Love you both xx'

Leaving to note on the counter I made my way out of the condo, down into the coffee shop and out the door.

It felt like I was walking miles with cement in my shoes and chains holding me back but it was my conscious that held me back, wanted to protect me from the unavoidable.

Evil.

That's all that appeared in my head when I thought about him. All the hate and fear I had built up inside.

I hated him. I was afraid of him.

And I hate myself for being afraid of him. I hate myself for letting him get to me to the point that I was afraid.

People walking by me, walking by each other, not knowing the evil one and another has came across and won or lost against.
But when they see it they are to quick to judge.

Looking up from the path I was walking on I saw my house. The house that was falling apart little by little, soon nothing would be left of it. The garden was dead cause no one watered it. All the flowers, bushes and trees was all dead and hanging low. The windows on the house were cracked and I'm surprised they have shuddered into tiny pieces yet.

Swallowing the lump in my throat as I walked up to the door. Gathering all my strength as I grabbed the doorknob and I wasn't surprised to find it unlocked. pushing the door open I carefully took a peek inside.

Broken furniture, glass splinters, broken bottles, broken photo frames, dirty laundry...dry blood.

Bad memories coming back. Flying bottles, helpless screams, loud crashes of things hitting the walls, cries for help, cries of fury.

''You bitch!''

My whole body froze. He was here. Someone please help me!

My mind didn't catch up with what was going on, my body turned towards him and my head received a bottle that smashed against my temple.

Everything got blurry and I felt weak.
My slid my body down against the wall, me legs didn't have the strength to stand.

''You ungrateful whore! You can't leave me here! No one wants you!''

The words stung. Maybe no one wanted me. Maybe I was better of dead after all.

My mind didn't quite follow everything that happened but I could sense that he was drunk, even more drunk then before. He started throwing things around. My vision got blurrier and I didn't see him coming.

I let out a painful scream as he kicked me in my already hurt ribs. He continued I kick my and I continued to scream until I finally lost it. My body couldn't take the pain, I wasn't strong enough. My heart, my mind, my soul, my body, nothing could handle this much pain.

Everything turned black ones again and u passed out.

(Max POV)

Leaving her in the bathroom was the hardest thing I've done in a long time. She wasn't okay like she said she was, her voice broke when she talked. That broken look on her face when I stormed into the room. I couldn't stop myself from feeling jealous when I saw her in that guys arms. I wish I could make her smile again, like she did the first time I saw her at the concert. I wish I could help her through all this and make her happy. I don't know why but there was something special about her and I want to know what it is.

When I left the condo I walked back to my car that was parked by Starbucks. So many people walking by, not knowing what a terrible thing that had just happened. They had no worries at all. They were acting as if everything in this world was amazing and had no evil. But that wasn't true.

I got inside my car and drove to my own condo and as I drove through a small neighborhood with small half broken houses I saw that man. The man who had abused Enthea. He was beaten up real good, bruises all over, a deep cut on his lip and he was limping.

The urge to run up to him and slam his face to the concrete, it took everything in me to not do it. I turned the car around as fast as I could when I saw him walk into a house that looked like it was gonna collapse at any minute.

That man had hurt Enthea and I had no idea who he was or why he did it. All I knew was that I couldn't let it go and I couldn't let him hurt Enthea again.

Soon I found myself at the shop, banging on the door like a maniac. The guy, Zach I think, came through the back door and when he saw me his face turned cold just like before. He came and opened the door but didn't let me in.

''What do you want know?'' He looked down at me with furious eyes. To be honest he looked kind of intimidating.

''He walked into a house. I know where he is.''

Zachs eyes widened and just when I thought he couldn't look more furious, he did. And with that we ran to my car and I was surprised when Zach got into the driverssit and started the car, I was dumb enough to leave it keys in the ignition. I jumped into the passengerset as he started driving.

''Turn right here then the next left and then...'' I started explaining the way but he cut me of.

''I know exactly where we're going!'' he growled and didn't take his eyes if the road. He's hands grabbed the sterling wheel harder and the blood veins in his hands and arms almost plopped out of his skin.

''Where is Enthea?''

His hand grabbed the steering wheel even harder.

''She's at her house.'' I didn't understand why his words came out so angry. If she was home then she was safe right?

He hit the break as soon as we were outside the house.
We both jumped out of the car and rushed to the door. Zach came first to the door and knocked it down. All I could hear was my heart beating in my ears as I stood frozen in shock at what I saw when I went inside the house.

The hideous smell of alcohol hit my nose and, what was it? blood?
Broke things everywhere and there were holes in the walls and dropping water from the roof.

My eyes took in the whole room and I what I saw was my worst nightmare. A girl on the ground, bleeding out of a deep cut in her head, not moving.

''Enthea?''

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Short, I know. Boring, I know.
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Much Love / Tessy