Down The Deserted Alley

Down The Deserted Alley [3]

 

(Picture to the right is Libby)

       The floorboard under her feet made light creaking noises as she descended the stairs. She heard light humming from what she suspected was the kitchen, and then tensed up. She was stupid to leave the sweatshirt in Alec's room. Alec already knew something was up with her, and she defiantly didn't want any adults to know. She only had one more year to survive before she could go to college. If she could get into college. Alec noticed her absence of footsteps and turned around.

          "What's wrong?" He asked, and she could hear the genuine curiosity in his voice. It reminded her so much of Paul, and it hurt her heart to think how that road went down.

          "Uh..." Her heart was beating in her chest. Fear pulsed through her body. She thought she'd gotten over her fear of being around boys, but she'd always remember what Rick and Paul did, and it scared her beyond belief. Her hands shook as she tugged at her shirt, the dry blood making the shirt stick to her shoulder. He nodded his head, understanding what she needed and started walking up the stairs towards his room. Unfortunately, that meant walking towards Melody. Scenes of her dad chasing her up the stairs flashed into her mind. The menacing look on his face. The harsh words that flew out of his mouth. She scrambled up the stairs, feeling the hot searing pain shoot up from her leg, and she stumbled. She scooted away as Alec got to the top. He looked down at her, not knowing exactly what to do with her. 

          "I'll go get my sweatshirt," he softly said and headed on towards his room. Melody let out a breath, resting her back against the wall. She heard footsteps coming towards her from the stairs, and look to see Libby trudging along the steps, grumbling to herself. Libby looked up and saw Melody on the stairs. Confusion was written all over her face.

          "And exactly what did my idiotic brother do to make you end up here sitting on the floor?" She asked. 

          "Well, your idiotic brother was being considerate and decided to get her my sweatshirt so she wouldn't be, uh, cold." Alec replied coming out of his room. In his hand was a different sweatshirt. It was red. Just looking at the color of it made Melody's stomach churn. She hated the color red with a burning passion. The color was a dark red, and she though he might've gotten that one because it was the color of blood, so even if she started to bleed again, it would be covered. It was a considerate though, but she still wished it could've been any color than that. But, beggars couldn't be choosers. He gently handed her the sweatshirt, and she gratefully put it on. It was early November, so no one could've been suspicious about her choice in clothing. 

          Libby looked at her brother, and grumbled under her breath. He laughed and ruffled her hair. A pang of jealously shot through her body as she watched the two interact. She wondered why Libby didn't have any signs of being abused. Somehow, the thought that every girl was a victim of some sort of abuse stuck in her mind. And somehow, no matter how much she wanted to shake that though from her mind, she just couldn't. All her life, men had been nothing but horrendous to her, and she naturally learned to hate them. With every fiber in her body.

          Melody shook her head, clearing her mind of the thoughts that clouded them. Libby and Alec were talking to each other.