Carve My Name

Chapter 12

**trigger warning**(abuse)

Oh no... I thought to myself in fear.  Whenever Dylan was angry it a always resulted in pain being inflicted to me. Whether it was one punch, or left me on the ground in agonizing pain. It wasn't fun at all.

To be quite honest, it hasn't happened in a while so I hoped it had stopped for good. Now, I guess not.

"Kyra, oh sweet and innocent Kyra." Dylan seethed as he moved slowly towards me. Jackson looked upset. Very upset. His eyes were rimmed in red and every now and then a warm salty tear would slide down the sides of his face.

"Dylan, don't do this to you're sister man. Its not right." Jackson tried to defend me. Dylan spun on his heels and looked Jackson in the eyes. His cold hard glare was enough to make Jackson shut up and clench his eyes shut.

I stumbled backwards. "Not so fast Kyra. I haven't punished you for what you did to me!" He growled with an evil grin.

"D-dylan.. I haven't done anything to you!" I cried as the tears began to fall. Stay strong I scolded myself. Don't let Dylan win this fight. Stay strong.

He pulled his clenched fist back and pushed forward with all his visible strength, knocking me back as I hunched over clutching my now throbbing stomach.

Breathe... In. Out. Breathe... I focused on my breathing until a force behind my knee knocked me down.

Dylan had kicked the back of my knee causing me to launch forward and land on the floor in a heap.

I curled up into a fetal position my only thought was to protect my head and chest. I peeped through my fingers and saw his tall lanky figure looking down at me.

"Bi**h! You f***ing deserve all you get from me! You ungrateful lying little brat!" He screamed as he kicked my twice in my stomach.

**trigger warning over**

It hurt to breathe. I'm not even going to lie. My lungs would only take so much air. My stomach was sore and would probably be bruised later on.

As I slowly removed my hands from my face, I saw Dylan retreat from the room leaving a worried Jackson in his wake.

I uncurled slowly, and had an urge to cough. I pulled myself up and began to cough, only then realizing that I needed to get to the trash can before I got sick.

I coughed once more into my hand and wiped the blood from my mouth. I had crawled to the small trash can beside the desk and emptied the foul contents from my sore stomach.

Jackson walked towards me and knelt down. I was confused until he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over the the bed that had my stuff piled onto it.

"Are you okay?" He pondered softly as he sat me carefully onto the bed. "Wait, stupid question." He muttered in embarrassment.

I giggled, well at least attempted to before curling up in pain. "Yeah, I'm fine. It will go away soon and I have makeup to cover the marks." I said with a small frown.

He sighed and sat down beside me. "Am I the only one who knows?"

I looked at my hands, twisting my fingers and interlocking them had suddenly become more appealing than Jackson's sparkling irises.

"Kyra, am I?". He asked again.

I nodded my head quietly as a small tear slipped down my face and into my lap.

"You need to tell someone babe. You can't just take it like he gives it. What if one day it becomes worse!" He said as he wiped the tears that were now fall in freely.