My Saviour

(4) 'I win'

Chapter 4 - Kayla's POV.

After a hectic night, I returned home, noticing that it was now 4am and to make matters worse, I can't get what happened out of my head. So as I lay in bed, the events replay over and over again. Great, another addition to my nightmares, as if the ones I was having weren't enough.

I can still feel the kisses on my neck, the way his hands were roaming all over my body, the way his breath stank of alcohol. I shuddered. No amount of showers will be able to get rid of that. Cole doesn't know what happened, if he did, I'm pretty sure he will go on a mental rage.

I despise alcohol and I mean it. Alcohol causes you to - most of the time - make decisions you regret because you're not thinking straight. You say things you may not mean and it affects the other person so much even if you are drunk. Why? Because of the saying: "Drunk words are sober thoughts". When you're drunk, you also fight a lot, as if you gain some magical strength. There are so many more reasons, but I just hate alcohol.

But I wasn't drunk, so why couldn't I fight back?

You may be confused, so I will clear this up for you. You see, a few years ago, after some events, Cole and Trevor started teaching me self-defence skills, so I know how to defend myself and how to attack someone else. What I don't understand is why I couldn't implement those skills in my time of need? Where had all my skills disappeared to? I mean, I was specifically taught for moments like this and I couldn't defend myself. Bloody hell. I let out a breath and looked over to my bedside, seeing that the time is now 5am.

I was just extremely glad that Kian was there; otherwise God knows what would've happened. Actually I do know what would've happened, I would've been raped and abused and stripped of my dignity and clothes. Wow, Kian hasn't realised what he's actually saved me from.

I got out of bed, knowing I won't be able to fall asleep after this and went to Cole. I sat down on his bed, beside him and observed him. He was sprawled out like a gorilla with his mouth open but he still looked adorable. I brushed a bit of his hair out of his face and pecked his forehead. I love my baby brother so much, it's unbelievable.

The shower was calling me again so I had another shower and then got dressed in a grey floral top, paired with blue skinny jeans alongside a pair of gorgeous brown boots and the Pandora bracelet that Cole got me for my 15th birthday. It's the only bracelet I own and I don't intend to buy any others. I let my hair stay down in its natural waves. I would never wear heels to school, who the hell in their right mind would want to wear heels to school anyways? Although I live quite run down, I'm glad I still have gorgeous clothes to keep up my "perfect girl" image in school. Hah, if only they knew. I shook my head in how naive some people could be.

I checked the clock to see its 7am and if Cole doesn't get up soon then we'll be late for school. Just as I was going to wake him up, he came into the kitchen all clean and dressed up. He pecked my forehead and sat down, whilst I gave him some breakfast.

"Morning sis" He mumbled with an open mouth. I scrunched up my nose.

"Morning baby bro" I replied, knowing it'll get on his nerves.

"I'm taller than you and much stronger than you, you know" He retorted.

"Doesn't change the fact you were born 2 years after me" I laughed and he flipped me off.

"Have you got the rent money?" He changed the subject. To a serious one, may I add.

My eyes widened, shit. I'm short by around $100and there's no way I can get $100 by tonight, unless I work really hard in the bar. You see, the rent guy comes around at midnight exactly to get his money, meaning I've got around 3 hours to earn $100. It's not as easy as it sounds, but I can't let Cole know this.