The Boy Who Cared For My Bruises And Scars

part 12

After explaining the situation with Rob, not exactly everything, but enough for him to understand the fight, he asked why I had moved in with my dad. This was the moment I had been trying to avoid. I didn't want to tell Teddy my past, he didn't need to know how hurt I was. 

"Sky," he said. He gently took my hand and stroked his fingers across mine. "what happened?"

The crickets churped outside, creeping around in the darkness. I tried looking around the room for comfort in something but the walls were bare. Nothing could help me escape this situation. I looked at him, I could see the worry in his eyes. Seeing his face told me he wasn't just the average person that was curious about my life, but was thinking of me. He didn't want to know everything, he wanted to know everything he could about ME. 

I told him my parents abused me as a child. I told him Dana adopted me when she saw the suffereing I went through. I told him Rob raped me when we were young and how he beat me against the walls of my own room. I trembled through the tears as I told him I tried running away from both, but Rob kept finding me. He wouldn't leave me alone. Then I stopped to sob in his arms for a minute. When I caught my breath, I forced out the words "Then my mother died." I looked in his eyes for answers. His face pulled back and his eyes went wide. He gently stood up and put his hands on top of his head. This was obviously not the answer he was expecting. I had given him my life story and he thought I was just running away from home. He started pacing the room. I didn't know what to do at the moment. My eyes studied his body's movement. He suddently turned and looked at me. Then he knelt down on his knees next to the couch where I sat and took my hands.

"Then why the hell are you BACK here?" his eyes looked shiny. The glare of his tears stung my eyes. My lip quivered and I looked to the ground.

"I don't know," I whispered. "I don't know."

Teddy stood up and pulled me up off of the couch. He wiped my tears, then grabbed my hand. He lead me out the door into his car.

"What are you doing?" I asked him after he shut my door, walked around the car and sat in his seat.

"Kidnapping you." he said it so seriously, like the words were normal.

"No! Let me out!" I screamed. The car started moving and the doors were locked. I looked at him, he wasn't smiling. I didn't want to leave, he couldn't just take me away like this. I grabbed the stearing wheal and jerked the car. He stopped the car and looked at me.

"Just let me take you somewhere." He said ever so gently I got goosebumps. I nodded and allowed him to keep driving. I looked out the window and watched the passing houses and streets of my childhood. A tear started to fall down my face again. When Teddy heard me sniffle, I felt his warm hand reach over and grab mine. I squeezed his hand and kept watching the memories fly by.

After about 20 draining minutes in the car, we stopped on the side of the road. I looked around, but couldn't see anything. There appeared a gate. Teddy got out and opened my door. I stepped out and checked out where he was taking me. 

"Where are we?" I asked puzzled. Teddy walked ahead and pushed open the gates. I ran to catch up with him and shuffled by his side. We walked on a dirt path. I soon realized, due to the stones with engraved names and memorable words on them, we were in a graveyard. Chills ran down my spine reaching my neck which caused me to shiver. Death was lurking here. I looked to Teddy for answers. He was set on getting to a destination and kept on walking.

Teddy suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at a spot on the ground. I stood next to him but couldn't hear him breathing. There were dying flowers scattered across his mother's grave. There was a dim light in the yard and I could read: "Amy Lee Parker. 1969-2010. A loving wife, mother, and friend. R.I.P." Through the darkness, I grabbed Teddy's hand and rubbed it with my thumb. That was what Dana had always done to me when I didn't want to speak. She would rub my hand and sit there with me in the silence.