Shanes POV(finally)!.
I'm standing there infront of my dad staring at the bruises. looking at the pain. Seeing the worry in my girls eyes. She must love me a lot in order for her to stay with me through all of this shit. He'll wake up in about 5. I don't want you to be around when he does just incase. So go and hide somewhere babe. I see her run to her room and i was about to yell after her not in there but she quickly came back out. She had a pen and a book in her hand. All the times ive been in her room I've never seen that. I squinted my eyes to read the cover. It said missy written all over it. Then it said bissy in a corner. I let a smile escape from my lips then she ran downstairs and slammed the door. I look over and i see my "dad" wake up. He can't even look me in my eyes. He's avoiding my face as a matter of fact. I'll see you....later he says. Aiight i say back. Aye! I yell. My dad stops. I yell, don't bring this shit into my girls life...if you do. I'm gonna make your life worst than it already is. He gives me that look like yes sir look. If he ever makes me fight him while im with Missy again, whoooo buddy!
I'm gonna slam his face into the ground so he'll never be able to look at me again.
I go to the basement door and yell for Missy. She runs upstairs and i see a little bruise around her nose. Want me to leave i ask?
No, i wanna be safe she says.
I pick her up and carry her to her room! throwing her on the bed, not even wwanting to get some right now, i just lay next to her. I put my hand on her kneck and say, I never want you to get hurt because of me again. He mouth opens struggling to get words out. I wanted her to say the words so i didn't want to read her mind. But i could tell she wanted me to just by the look in her eyes. She manages to get the words out though, she says, I'm so sorry about your brother, and that you have to go through this. She looks into my eyes, and my eyes begin to water, and then i look down not wanting to look her in her own eyes. But i look back up after i feel a tear drop so lightly but so painfully hit my arm. My hand is still on her kneck, so i take my thumb and whipe the tear away. She gets closer, and whispers in my ear. Shane, it's okay to cry. I look her in her eyes, with a look that I've never had. I can't control it anymore but i can feel the rivers coming out of my eyes. I move my hands from her kneck, and smoothly run them down her shoulders, to the sides of her chest, to her love handles, then wrapping them around her waiste. Then Burrying my head into her shoulder i start crying. But not as hard as she is. She wraps her arms around my kneck squeezing me with pain. I was crying but letting my sobs out quietly, but unlike Missy, she was crying so hard, understadning my pain. I stopped, but she was still going so i started rubbing her back to let her know it was okay.
After that we just crashed and took a nap. I woke up and my arms were rapped around her, my eyes hurt so bad. She opened her eyes and turned fully around leaning in for a kiss. I kissed her back for about three seconds. Pulling away, looking at her lips then bitting mine to let her know that she drove me crazy. It was about three o'clock, so i headed home. I got home, then said hi to my mom, and went to the wieght room. I was in some basketball shorts and some socks. I was shirtless. My "gym" had mirrors surrounding it so i could always see who was in there, and occasionally check myself out. Hey, I'm not sayin that I'm cocky, but i know im not ugly. I get told it enough, and please! have you seen my bod! A tan eight pack, with those little dents in the sides. I have big grey eyes, a perfect smile(no braces), nice full lips, a pretty good jaw line, and i keep my hair in a fresh cut, or a fresh fade. Oh hot dayum I'm fine! Okay maybe I am cocky but its not like I'm one of those guys who walk around strutting there stuff, walking up to a girl and checking themselves out in the girls pupil if they had dark brown eyes. Thats being to aragant. But anyways, i can bench about 200. So i put four fifties on, and plus the bar is like 50+. I did 20, then i took off 100, did 20 more, took off 50 did twenty more, then i just benched the bar. Getting up looking at my glorious body being drenched in swear. i grab my phone take a picture and send it to Missy. Seconds later i get a message back, and its a picture of Missy in- YES! i yell as my mom called me. What do you wanna eat she yelled. I dunno, what do we have i yelled back. Tacos or fajitas she says. Fajitas i yelled! Anyways, i sent her back a message reading, damn;). She calls me im doing push ups to work on my pecks. I answer and she asks what am i doing. I say push ups babe what are you doing. I can almost hear her mouth drop with extacy. She says, uhmmm just ya know the usual. We're on the phone the whole time until I'm done, which was about another 2 hours. i get into the shower after that. Getting out i can sense that someones in my room. The towels rapped around my waiste, i turn the fan on while i shower so it dont fog up the mirror. I take my phone and take another picture. i slowly open the door. I see my so called dad sitting on my bed. The bruises from a few days ago are slowly going away but are still on my chest, but the ones on my face are nice and fresh. I look at him and say what do you want. He starts talking, and i can hear the struggle in his voice, trying to apologize. I put on my boxers and than whip off the towel, and then i feel a warm hand on my wet back. Running down the fine line of my muscle. I'm sorry buddy, really sorry. His hand starts to go around my waiste. I scream, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! i push him away and say get out! I go downstaris and get something to eat, my mom senses that somethings wrong, she's been worrying about me after the beatings latley.(she never worries). But this is the longest theyve been home in a while. But i run back up the stairs before she has a chance to ask. i lock my door and check my windows. I grab my phone and send a message saying goodnight to my girl. I was up till about 2 the usual.
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