"Y-you started stalking me when I was fourteen, meaning you don't know anything about my life before then?" I asked making him shake his head no, cuddling me closer. "W-well my parents that you know, aren't m-my real parents. They were the neighbors of my birth parents," I said quietly a tear falling from my eye.
F L A S H B A C K
"Ouch please stop!!" I screamed louder then usual, clawing at the hand that fisted my hair, pulling it hard. "Shut up bitch, and watch you father," she hissed pulling harder. I watched, crying as my dad gently ran the knife down his face. "Marco!" I cried, tears rapidly pouring down my face. "Kassidy stop, your going to hurt yourself more," he said calmly, hiding his fear. "You wanted to stay out late, this is what you get. You know better then to disrespect your mother and I," he spat at Marco, his figure was hard to make out because of the curtains being closed, creating a dark living room.
My mom pushed me hard against the wall, pinning me there, leaving me immobile. My dad rested a hand on Marco's shoulder, pulling the knife back. I closed my eyes flinching, waiting for his next actions but they never came. Instead, sirens echoed outside, red and blue lights were faintly shown through the curtains. "Fuck!" mom screamed holding me tighter, "Hurry up Richard!"
Someone started banging on the door as my dad drew the knife back, plunging it into Marco's chest, exactly before the door was kicked down. My parents stepped down, holding their hands up. I ran over to Marco's body holding him. "I-I-I l-l-love you-u s-sis," he struggled to get out. He shakily raised his hand, holding my cheek as tears fell down both of our eyes. I shook my head holding his as his body became limp in the chair. I fell down to my knees, crying silently but extremely violent. "Please Marco," I cried burying my head in his lap. "Please,"
"Honey, come on," a voice said rubbing my back. I flinched thinking it was my mom but when I raised my head, I saw a female officer. She offered her hand to me, which I grabbed allowing her to pull me up. I limped, walking with her over to a male officer. He was muscular, and tall, looking intimidating. He turned around looking down at me before smiling sympathetically. "Hey there, are you in pain?" he asked taking the female's place before scooping me up in his arms. I nodded my head, as he carried me out the house. "Yeah sweetie? What hurts?" he asked as I rested my head on his shoulder. He carried me to an ambulance, sitting beside me as the paramedics came over to me. "My heart. They killed him!" I cried into his shoulder, soon feeling the people touching the leg that mom kicked continuously. I winced, squeezing his hand tightly. "They are bad people Kassidy, and they are going to be locked up for a very long time." he reassured kissing my hand before I slipped into a deep, dark, uncalled for sleep.
P R E S E N T
I closed my eyes tight as tears fell from my eyes. I felt Chris wiping them away and kissing my face every now and then as I told him about Marco. "It's okay baby girl," Chris cooed quietly. I took a deep breath exhaling on to Chris' face before continuing, telling him about the very first time I started cutting.
F L A S H B A C K
"Sis, I have a question," Marco asked coming into my room. I jumped forward seeing Marco walking into my room quietly. "Marco, get out of here before mom and dad see you," I exclaimed, whisper-yelling. He waved me off, sitting on my bed gently, right beside me. I was currently eleven and Marco was thirteen. He smiled, moving a piece of my bed head hair out of my face considering it was one o'clock in the morning. He reached under my armpits, picking me up and resting me on his hip like a little baby. He carried me into my small en suite, setting me on the counter. "I read online, that sometimes, people who are going through pain, cut their skin with razor blades and it's supposed to take the pain away. You just have to be careful that you don't hit any veins." he explained holding out a razor blade and grabbing my arm. He stood in front of me, in between my legs, positioning the razor on my arm before sliding it across gently. I hissed slightly flinching at the small cut. "Does it hurt?" he asked concerned making me nod before I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at his face confused, "It's actually starting to feel good," I said confused. "Do you want another?" he asked grabbing my arm and sliding it across again. I sighed in content, feeling relaxed before grabbing the blade from his hand and grabbing his arm. "Be careful Kass," he said holding my side with his other hand, as I positioned the blade at his wrist. I carefully and gently repeated his actions making a small cut on his wrist.
P R E S E N T
"T-That was the start," I cried harder, feeling my chest tighten. Chris picked me up, wrapping me in a blanket, as if I was a baby, carrying me outside. He walked down the out of the room, down the stairs to the front door, sliding on some shoes before walking slowly outside, shutting the door behind him. I rested my head on his shoulder, letting him lead us into the woods. After a few minutes, I started to hear the sound of water. I put my head up in alarm, making Chris hush me and push my head back into his neck. I sighed, trying to control my tears but failed, allowing them to drop on to Chris' bare neck. He stopped suddenly, sitting down on this small cliff, resting me on his lap. "It's okay, calm down, you're safe. They can't hurt you anymore," he cooed kissing my forehead. I let out a few shaking breaths, trying to control my emotions. "Please help me stop," I whispered referring to the cuts that laid neatly on my wrists. He nodded pulling away from our hug and cupped my face in his hands. "I promise baby girl."
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"So after your parents gotten taken away, you were given to your neighbors?" he asked confused making me nod my head, looking out at the water. "They heard us screaming, they called the police. After everything went down, they offered to take me in and I always loved them so I agreed. We moved to the states and started a new life. A new chapter if you will," I wiped under my nose with my sweater sleeve. "Where did you live before you moved?" he asked the question that I didn't want to be asked because now I had to admit it. I had to admit that they were here and so was he. I sighed, looking him in the eyes, showing him my pain and terror and sadness, "Here Chris. I lived in Toronto before I moved to Virginia."
"But that means,"
"That means they're here."
