What A Catch.

Chapter 67

Pov Beth

I walk into the main room, rubbing my face.

Pete is on the couch and so is Brendon. They are talking about some time in Brazil.

I decide to grab a snack. I walk into the kitchen and search the cupboards, emerging with some reeces. I used to love these...

I walk and sit next to Pete, popping one into my mouth. I suck on it letting the peanut butter spread through my mouth.

"Beth... What are you eating?" Pete asks.

I show him the box before my hands go numb and I automatically drop the box.

"Shit." I whisper, before being dragged under.

All my child hood memories come back and I feel myself become tense, closing my eyes tight.

I shuffle back, falling over the back of the sofa. I start to hyperventilate as I get punched by my dad. He is shouting insults and I just stare at him, adrenalin pumping through me.

I scream as he lifts his hand up again, I curl into a ball, dont hurt me.

He hits me again, laughing.

"Dont. Hurt. Me. Please." I shout, flinching from the contact on my skin.

My breaths sound like a rake over gravel as he attack me.

A familiar face appears behind me and I stand up, charging at the man who sexually abused me.

I tackle him and punch him. I soon realise that he isnt dressed. Letting out a scream I roll to the side.

"Stop!" I draw out the words through my sobs and fast intakes of breath.

I curl into a ball. I cant defeat him, not today.

I hear my mums screams and I curl into a ball. Her voice pierces me and I try to cover it with my own voice. I give up. I give up.

All the things I hate surrounding me, I just want it to end. Let me pass out from this scene. Like when my dad hits me too hard.

Everything goes silent and I feel dizzy and tired. I dont dare to move incase it all comes back.

I lie there in my blank torture zone, waiting for it to be over. The sound of my sobbing the only thing making a sound.

Soon another sound penetrates the white atmosphere. Someone shouting my name. I dont dare to move or reply, my sides hurt like my arm does and Im scared.

I flinch as someone makes electric contact with my arm. I dont dare to move. Someone is humming sweetly and slowly the white paint fades and melts off of the walls.

I delicately attempt to uncurl a little, my breath like a scared rabbits.

"Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry." I repeat continuously, realising the situation.

"Beth." Pete says.

I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light.

"Im sorry for ruining your day." I say quietly.

"No, dont apologise, if anything its an excuse to cuddle right?" Pete whispers to me.

I sigh.

He smiles at me and I forget that Im shaking and crying on my boyfriends lap.

"Are you cold?" Brendon says.

"Well... I guess so but Im not sure." I reply.

He passes me a blanket and I wrap it around me.