He calls Me Princess

The Death Sentence

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.

God you're so stupid. Just kill yourself already. You stupid fuck. You keep trusting people. Where did trust get you with your dad? When will you understand that people don't care about your piddly feelings? When are you going to realize you don't deserve to breathe?

Maybe I should just give up.....kill myself....nobody loves me anyway.. Yea...I'll just go home, write Amethyst a note and then do it. Overdose? I know, I'll slit my wrists and sit in the full bathtub.

I keep walking, still stuck in my thoughts, giving in to the sweet temptation of death.

HOOOONNNNNK!!!!!

"LOOK OUT!!"

What?

Suddenly I'm tackled to the ground and feel a large gust of freezing wind blow onto my already cold skin as I watch an 18 wheeler speed past. I slowly embrace the person still holding me. For some odd reason I feel warm in their embrace.

"I'm sorry." they mumble.

They let go and I immediately feel the cold of the night. I go back to hold onto the stranger and surprisingly they held on to me.

Suddenly I burst into tears. Crying and mumbling to myself.

I was talking about to suicide and after looking death in the face, I realized I wasn't ready for his cold embrace yet. What if I really ended it? My story would be over before it even got started.

We stood sitting on the sidewalk like that for about 5 minutes until I finally had to see who my savior was. I backed up slowly and looked up at...him? He was tanned, had dark brown eyes and sharpened inscisors that I just happen to love. Although he's muscular and toned, his touch is soft and electrifying.

"I'll let go if you want..I just...." he sighs, slowly letting go.

I hug around his neck tighter and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his delicious scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Then I dried my tears on his shoulder. He laughed and kissed my forehead.

Finally I release him.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. You didn't have to risk your life for me, but for some reason you did. Thank You. How can I ever repay You?" I say standing up. He gets up as well and I realize he's a good 6 foot 5 inches.

"That hug was a great start." he says softly. "Although I do have a question, if You Don't mind."

"Shoot."

"What's a sweet, beautiful, petite girl like You doing wandering around the streets at 9 o'clock?" he questions cocking his head to the side as he studied me.

"Well...I got invited to a party by my friend and he drove me there. He tried to drug me so I switched our cups, he downed the bad one and passed out, so I had to walk home alone.." I sigh.

Thanks to the streetlamp we're standing under I can see His already dark eyes turn black and his plump pink lips fall into a frown.

"Who?"

"Why are You asking?"

"I want to know his name."

"...John..."

He comes over to me and hugs me gently. I softly sob into his shirt and he tightens his hug a bit.

"I wanna go home." I cry.

"C'mon Princess. I'll drive You. My house isn't too far away." the nickname bounces around in my chest stopping my tears for a moment.

I continue sobbing but slowly nod my head. He picks me up bridal style and easily carries me the 3 blocks to his house. I stay hugging him the whole time but about halfway there I notice that my face is dry. I felt so safe and secure that I couldn't keep crying. When we reached his house, he opened the door and set me down on the couch.

"I don't want you to get in trouble. You don't have to do this." my lip trembles as the words tumble out.

His jaw clenched and I wondered what I said to distress him.

"Did I say something? I didn't mean to upset you-" I'm cut off by his speaking.

"No princess. There is no one to get me into trouble. My dad is dead and my mom is in jail. I live here alone with my little sister." he tenses.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea... But if it makes you feel better, I know what you're going through.. My mom is dead and my dad is in jail. He came home one night angry as all hell. He woke my mom up and started yelling at her, calling her all sorts of names. He dragged her by her hair into the room I shared with my older sister."

'These are your little atrocities. You get to watch mommy die. This is her fault. This is your fault. She shouldn't have loved a monster like me.' I quoted my dad's words from 10 years ago.

"She started screaming and begging for him to stop, saying it didn't have to be this way. My sister hopped off of the first bunk and climbed down to my bed to hold me and tell me it was all going to be ok. He started beating my mom punching her in her face and kicking her in her ribs. She was coughing up blood. Amethyst was only 13, but that didn't stop her from getting in front of 8 year old me and shielding me from my dad. She screamed at him, calling him a psychotic monster."

"Stop hitting her!"

"She's bleeding!!"

"Please stop!!"

"You're hurting her, get off!"

"I hate you!!!!"

"I'll never, EVER forgive you, you're DEAD TO ME."

I remember my sisters words as she screamed at my dad and lunged at him to help my mom. My mom was laying there and I crawled to her while she held my hand and told me she loved me and Ames very much. I kissed her forehead and let her kiss my cheek with her bloody lips. 'Goodbye baby' she told me. 'Mama wait. Please don't leave us. We love you. We need you. Please mama don't go.' I begged. 'My time has-' her hand fell limp and her head tilted over before she died in front of my 3rd grade eyes."

"Princess, you don't have to-"

"He grabbed my sister and hit her, again and again and again. I screamed For him to stop and even hopped on his back biting, scratching and kicking him trying desperately to save the two people I loved, but he didn't listen. He simply threw me aside like I was nothing. I ran out of the room to call the police. They came just in time to save my sister......my mom wasn't so lucky. He beat her to death with his own 2 hands. She was so beautiful, inside and out, but he didn't care. Now I live with my older sister and she's all I have." I inhale a deep breath that i didn't know I needed while the tears fell freely.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Thank you for listening. You're the only person who knows that... And it's funny because I don't even know your name."

"Alex."

"What?"

"My name is Alex. What's yours?"

"Oh. My name is Onyx."

"That's a beautiful name"

"Thank you. I'm sorry for wasting your time and being a burden." I say, wiping my tears with my sleeve.

"You could never waste my time Princess. In fact, I really enjoyed your company. Do you... Nevermind. We just met. I don't want you to think bad of me." he trailed off.

"Do I what, Alex?"

"Do you want to stay the night? I understand if you think I'm weird or crazy. And I'm not a murderer or anything...."

"I know. And I would love to." Call me crazy but I trusted him. He saved my life, how could I not? And something told me he has no intentions of hurting me.

First things first, shower.

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