Give Me Love

Chapter 5: Broken Ribs and Broken Hearts

I decide to get it over with and text him now. I hope he won't get too mad, we can reschedule right? What if he doesn't want to reschedule? What if he gets mad? I can't wait until last minute...I'll have to tell him now.

Kas: babe?

Vic: yes baby?

Kas: there's a problem...

Vic: with what?

Kas: tomorrow...I forgot I already made plans...can we reschedule.

Vic: plans? they're more important than me?! you can't reschedule your plans? what's so important?

Kas: I can't explain it... I just can't reschedule them, can we reschedule ?

Vic: yea, how about for tonight? Your place?

Kas: yea, I guess that sounds good. thanks for understanding.

Vic: be there in 30.

This was new. Vic was never like this...I finally did something right, I finally didn't anger him. Tonight will be a great night, I cant wait to see him. I like this, the way he is when he isn't mad at me. I finally get home and I realize I have 20 minutes left til he will be here. I rush upstairs to change. I throw on a fitted green neon tanktop with black fitted yoga shorts, tussled my hair up a little bit and threw on my slippers. I pop some popcorn, get some soda out, and find a movie. Within minutes afterwards, there's a knock on the door. It must be Vic, i'm trying to set everything up, he's outside waiting. I finally get to the door after him knocking at least 3 times. I open the door smiling and he says "What took you so long to open the door?!" "I-I was..." he smacks me to the floor and grabs me by hair and starts hitting me. "VIC! STOP!" I scream. "STOP! STOP! STOP!" I shout in tears. "SHUT UP!" He yells smacking me once more. He's kicking me, punching me, smacking me, and then he slings me across the floor. "You fucking bitch, I don't even know why I'm with you." he says bitterly. I look up at him, my ribs in so much pain, I clench them, my lip is bleeding, I'm very badly bruised. "Go upstairs and shower, fix yourself up and then come downstairs and watch a movie." he says. I find the strength to make it upstairs. This time he's gone to far. He's hurt me too bad. I've got to get out of here. I pack up some of my things and put them all in a small suitcase. I grab all my necessities and rush into the bathroom. I clean off the blood from my face and I grab my phone. I call the first person I know who can help me.

"Hello?" they say. I whisper "Stiles..." holding back tears. "I need your help." "What's wrong? Where are you?" he asks. "My house, pick me up, don't come to the door, I'll be waiting outside." I say. "I'm on my way." he says.

I hang up and grab my shoes. Knowing I can't go down stairs because Victor will see me I decide the best way to get out of here is the window. I grab my suitcase and throw it out the window luckily it's thud wasn't too loud. Thinking to myself, if I jump down I could get even more injured. I decide to sneak out the back. I take the stair case that leads to the basement. Once I'm downstairs I walk out the door, I see stiles car out there. I grab my suitcase and run to his car. I hop in and start breaking into tears. "Drive, just go, please." I say. He goes, and within 2 minutes into the drive he says "What's wrong, what happened, who did this?" I look at him and just stare until finally I get the courage to admit it. "It was Victor. I made him mad once again." I say. "Again? He's done this more than once?" he asks. "Today isn't the first time he put his hands on me." I say as we pull up to his house. He gets out the car and grabs my suitcase and helps me out. We get inside and he takes me to his room. "What happened?" he asks. "I tried to cancel our date for tomorrow, he came over and I took too long to answer the door, I always mess things up, I always make him mad, I can never do anything right!" I say in tears as I'm sitting on his bed. He sits beside me and holds my hand. "This isn't your fault, this is all on him. He's taking a good thing for granted and abusing it. He doesn't know what to do with someone as good as you." he says. "You're staying here for now, until we can get him to stay away from you." "Stiles, you don't have to do that." I say. "I do have to, you hurting, not just physically but emotionally, you're hurt bad, he's tearing you down and you don't even realize it Kasey!" He says. "Thank you. For everything." I say. "Just get some rest, you can sleep in my room, I'll be downstairs." he says. I nod my head. "Alright, goodnight." he says as he begins to leave the room. "Wait, stay?" I say. "Huh?" he says. "Lay with me?" I ask. He changes into his pjs and climbs into bed next to me. He wraps me up in his arms and I roll over and nuzzle my face into his chest. He rest his chin on top of my head and just rubs my back. 30 minutes later I say "Stiles?" "Yea?" he says sleepily. "Nobody's ever treated me the way you do, why do you treat me like this?" I ask. He sits up, and says "Like what?" "You're so caring, and tender, you act like I'm important." I explain. He lightly grabs my face and says "because you are important...you're important to me." I look into his eyes and we lean in slowly, then we kiss. He kissed me so passionately, He kissed me like he loved me. He soon was kissing my neck, I slowly took off his shirt. Next thing I know I'm in my bra and panties and he's in his boxers. He whispers "I love you." and I say "Kiss Me." he starts kissing me and he takes the covers away so he can see my body. He stares in awe at all my bruises. "Do they hurt?" he asks. I shake my head no, he begins kissing every single bruise, it hurt but his kiss took away the pain. Just then we hear the front door open. He sighs "My dad must be home." I smirk and pull him towards me. We lay there cuddling, and just talking. Luckily his father never came in. That's when I see something in the window. I can't make out what it is until all of a sudden it's eyes glow blue.