Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

~~Alice

We walked into Kyle's mothers house, I was still shaking, cowering away from Kyle's every touch. I saw what he was doing to that man. I agree, what he was doing was wrong, but Kyle didn't have to go so far.. Almost killing him... Then I was furious at myself for braking down like that, making him watch as I was trapped in that state. It's so difficult to explain how it feels, but I saw, saw Kyle hitting me like he was hitting that man, but he changed from him to Eddie from him and back again. It terrified me more then I could have ever imagined. I couldn't be near him, the fear that was inside me, mixed with the shame of him seeing me and having to restrain me was too much. I couldn't look into his eyes, but I felt them on me, watching me, protecting me.

It struck me as odd that he would still protect me, even when I was neglecting him, while he was mad at me. I shunned his every attempt out of pure fear, and he kept on caring for me. I was shocked, no one has ever stayed.

"Come here, sweetheart, I'll show you your room" their mother said,

I hadn't noticed she had come, or even where I was until she spoke. She looked striking, even though her age showed clearly. Her blue eyes pale, and hair very blonde, almost white that went down to her shoulder blades. She was petite, and eerily thin. She led me upstairs to what was going to be my-our room for the next part of my life. As I entered, the bright lights caught me off guard, I was used to the dim lighting of the apartment. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, which could hold seven of me! The side held a dresser with a mirror, and close to the door there was a closet just barely big enough to sit in. She held her hands out, motioning me to enter, after I did, she simply said 'goodnight' and walked out, closing the door behind her. I went straight to the bed, folding my legs under the soft cushion. The room was painted a light pink, the bedspread was a matching floral design.

'Why is this room so... girly?' I asked myself.

But it didn't matter, I was practically falling with exhaustion, I laid down, not bothering to pull out the blankets and sheets, and fell asleep, silently whimpering at the days events.

I stood outside, shaking in the cold winter air. How winter had come so soon I didn't know. Then he came, the firmiliar face of my father, looming over my small, cowering body. His hands like snakes, winding their way through my clothes and touching my skin. It burned where his hands touched, not a good sensation, but one that made me afraid, and hoping to get away as fast as I could.

He kissed me, his tongue reaching into me made me start to fight back. I closed my eyes in pure fear. I stopped feeling. I thought my body was numb. When I opened them again, I didn't see my father, but Kyle on top of me. His lips were sealed, far from me and sewn shut. His hands weren't on me, but clenched and raised as if to strike.

The blow hit my face, he was laughing, a deep laugh that couldn't escape his closed lips, yet lingered in the air. Blow after blow he hit me, over and over. I wasn't begging for him to stop, I wasn't going to fight back, just let him hit me. It went on for so long, I was bloody and bruised by the time he got up and off of me. He walked away, without looking back. Leaving me in the dark.

I couldn't get up, no matter how hard I tried, I was pinned down. I couldn't scream, my voice was gone. I couldn't cry, for my eyes were clenched shut.

Then, I regained power over myself and screamed as loud as I could, but no one herd, no one could see me. I was surrounded by shadows, dark figures that looked in the night, attacking me with their sharp words, and killing me slowly from within...

I awoke with a jolt. Outside was still dark, but the moonlight provided some light, i saw I was covered up with a blanket that smelt like Kyle's cologne, I looked on the bed beside me, hoping with everything to see him. It was untouched and empty. I tear escaped my eye, I lost the last thing a cared about because I was locking him out and I chased him away.

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