Bruises

10

“Who fucking did this to you? Why didn’t you tell me? I swear to god I’m gonna kill them.” Dylan said angrily whilst pacing his bedroom opposite the bed that I was sitting on. “Calm down.” I said quietly and instantly regretted it. “Calm down? You want me to calm down? You’re covered in bruises Mixi. Am I just supposed to sit back and do nothing? Why couldn’t you have told me? I thought that you trusted me?” Dylan questioned as tears began to form at his eyes. I stood up from the bed and grabbed both of his hands in mine, looked him dead in the eye before answering. “I do trust you, with my life and everything that I hold dear. I was just too scared to tell you because I didn’t want you to see this side of me. How broken and hurt I truly am. I’m sorry, Dylan.” I said, tears staining my cheeks. “Don’t cry.” He said leaning down to gently kiss my forehead “Can you explain to me what happened? Please.” He whispered. “I will, just sit down. This is going to take a while. Please don’t interrupt me or anything, this is already difficult to talk about.” I said. “Of course.” He replied. And then came the whole truth, no more lying.
“I guess the beginning of everything was with my mom dying. My father loved her more than anything in this world, at least that’s what I’ve heard. He was more important to her even more than his own first born, Mason, my brother. He is the guy that I was talking to in the mall.” I said, before taking a very deep breath. “My mom died 7 months after I was born because of birth complications, and my dad blamed me. Not Mason, just me. So I got punished, not Mason. My father started to beat me when I was seven years old, I couldn’t fight back and Mason couldn’t help me. One time he tried, and he got beat as well. It started off as whenever he was very drunk he would do it, but then it turned into every other month. Mason left as soon as he was able, he said he would come back to get me, but he never did. He left me alone with that monster, I was twelve. I quickly learned how to bandage up myself and cover things with clothes or make up, but that didn’t get rid of the scars or pain.” I said, wiping a tear from my face. “The last time that he beat me was the day I asked to come and stay here. He slapped, punched, kicked, and ripped my hair out. He left me in the living room in a bloody and whimpering heap. Then, after a few hours, he called someone to the house. This person, he…he raped me. My first time, wasted.” I said quieter than before. I lifted the hem of my shirt above my abdomen so that he could see the recent bruises and past scars. I could see that it was bothering Dylan, so I put my shirt down before continuing. “My dad said that he wanted me gone and that I was a whore just before he left. He sent Mason to come and take me back with him to Florida, but I said no. I’m going to find somewhere else to live.” I had barely finished my sentence before Dylan stood up and wrapped me in an embrace.
I could tell that he was being careful of not squeezing too hard as to not hurt me. “You’re going to live here. I’ll talk to my parents and explain, they will understand. You’re never going to go through that again. Ever. I’m never going to let you go.” Dylan whispered into my hair. I couldn’t contain the tears anymore and before I knew it, I was sobbing into his chest. I knew that he meant what he said.
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Dylan slept in the bed with me that night. I curled into a ball by his side, and he kept an arm around me. I went to sleep knowing that things were going to be different. And things were going to get better.

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I know updating took forever and a year, but here you go! The first 10 chapters of Bruises. I honestly have no idea when I will update again but I will try to get them up as soon as I can. Please PRETTY please got a and share this if you enjoyed and you think others might too.
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