Broken

Chapter 2: Devil

Saige

Freya and I are on the bus going home. This time it was her turn to sit by the window. She seemed calm and quiet, after what happened to her today. She just stared out the window. She usually talks to me about her day. This kinda worries me. She hasn't spoken to me ever since we were in the hallway by her locker, when me and my friends were making sure she was okay.

"Freya...everything cool? You feeling any good?" I bend down a little, looking at her.

She turned towards me. "Yeah i'm fine. I think I made a new friend." The bus came to a halt and we jump off.

"So tell me everything that happened." I walk backwards, beside her. She huffed.

"Ugh. After you told me to run, I uh... ran into Brittany Bitch and her minions. They locked me in a janitorial closet. I fell asleep under a desk," She continues. "Then this guy woke me up. I think he saw my bruises." She stops walking then walked a little faster.

"OK, so what happened?" I said moving my hand in a circular motion.

"He kept spitting this talk about how he doesn't like bullies or people messing with others, and I can come to him for anything. His name was William." She said as we walk in the house.

"Oh yeah him. He's a good person, but I heard he works on the streets. Stay away from him. I don't want you getting hurt being involved with that guy." I roll my eyes and we went upstairs.

"I told him not to be involved with me and to stay away, so I think i'm fine. Well enough talk about school, hell I gotta make dinner before the devil gets home." She put her bag on the bed and went back down the marble staircase.

Dropping my stuff on the floor, I grabbed my towel. I went into the colossal bathroom and closed the door. Most of the time we leave the door open, but I don't want Freya to find out about my other bruises. It would crush her, and I wouldn't know what to do. I love her to death, and we tell each other everything, but this has to stay a secret.

I took off my clothes and just looked at the bruises on my body in the mirror. Sometimes when Freya's asleep, our dad would wake me up just to use me as a punching bag. He talks about how stressed he is, and how he releases it when punching me. I tried to fight back, but it only makes things worse.

I turn the shower nob on hot, then climb in. Knowing good and well I need an Epson salt bath, I took a shower anyways. The water loosened my aching, tight muscles. I put my head under the water, hoping for all the pain to go away. The water started making my skin numb but the bruises were still there. The different colored splotches were like tattoo's.

Trying to shake the pain out of my head from all the thoughts, I heard the door open. The thought of Freya seeing me with these bruises internally kills me. I just want all of this to go away. In panic I jolted my head from underneath the water, and my eyes popped open.

"Freya, that you?" My voice was shaky

"Yeah just me. I'm just taking the makeup of my arms and stuff. Why was the door closed? That's new." We started leaving the door opened ever since he tried to drown Freya in the tub.

"I closed it? I guess I didn't know." I said turning the shower off.

Walking out of the shower, I quickly wrap my towel around my cold body. It already seemed suspicious enough that I closed the door. I turn around and see Freya slowly enter the tub. Her hair was pulled into a bun. As she puts each leg in the water she hisses in pain. Bruises going up and down her tan skin.

I had to look away before the anger flowed back. I wasn't just angry at my dad. I was furious with myself. It feels like i'm weak. I can't even protect my own sister, my twin, the other half of me. I can't do anything about it. Tears scrambled down my face. Jerking the towel up, wiping  the blood tears away. I look at the blood towel remembering haemolacria.