As I Want You to Be

Chapter 3

"Don't touch me!" I screamed as loud as my small voice could. His hand came crashing down my face; the small distinct taste of iron filled my mouth. "Who are you to tell me what the hell I do, inside this household. I can't ever begin to think where I went wrong with you, you filthy piece of shit!" He pushed me down sending me sliding across the floor, about to feet away. I scrambled across and lifted myself up from the kitchen counter as fast as I could, turning around I dashed towards the front door pulling open the door with every bit of force I had. Instantly, a chill ran down my spine as I stepped into the snowy setting.

I always loved the thought of Christmas with the whole family around a fire. What a sight that would've been. Instead I got a beating that would've left me begging to die. My father always said "Even though you are my child, do not ever think I will show you love through presents. I will always leave you pleading for your life." After that I couldn't sleep, the thought of Santa leaving my house in a hurry after seeing how my father treated me, left me in tears.

I ran through the street, hearing his shouts being drowned by the howling wind. I looked down at the racing pavements with tears welling up, blurring my vision. I tripped and was immediately met with darkness and pain, that was all I knew in this world. I woke up to a stench so horrid, my nostrils felt as if they were melting away. It was then that I realized it was the smell of burning flesh. Adrenaline shot through my veins as I looked to my right and saw my shoulder half ways burned off. The pain I felt was indescribable; stinging tendons as the air met me, a tremor so uncontrollable I felt as if my world was experiencing an earthquake right at this moment, and my eyes brimming as the flames ate away its path. I bellowed as I felt my skin tear apart. My fathers laugh was sinister, his eyes full of excitement at the sight of his own daughter being tortured in his backyard.

"Lolaaa." Vivian said as she waved her hands in front of my face. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I felt my face flush in embarrassment for reliving one of the worst nights of my life, instead of listening to Vivian's angelic voice. "Oh never mind that, silly. Are you okay? You seem rather pale. Are you hungry, we can eat already if you'd like." She asked. Her eyes filling with worrisome for my sake, made my heart flutter. "Actually, I'm a bit t-thirsty. Do you want to w-walk to the café?" I ask with caution. Her eyes lighting up at the mention of eating, she did always show love for food. I loved that about her. "Duh! Let's go I bet there's a special for the holidays!"

We walked in the cold for what seemed about 15 minutes in silence, but a comfortable silence. The sound of the wind flowing through my long, dark as midnight, hair. I usually wear it in a braid, but with the cold air it acted as a helmet for my bare skin. The sound of two pairs of feet crunching along the snow fallen sidewalk. The sound of Vivian's breathing as it shakes with the cold. I tend to focus on my surroundings more than others because of my living situations, but I never minded. I was always aware of everything. Vivian noticed this right away. Although, I tend to put my guard up around every single person, I felt as if Vivian was the only one to peel the layers away.

"Mmmm. Do you smell that?" She asked me with a lustful voice. I begin to giggle as I practically see her mouth watering up, "Yup." We walked into the beautifully decorated doors, "What do you want Lola? It's on me today." I fiddled with my sleeves as she stared intently at me with her lovely eyes. I shivered, a good shiver as I responded. "Just a h-hot chocolate is f-f-fine, thanks." She stared at me shocked. "Don't be silly, Lola! I'll get you the same as me." She smiled her signature smile. "We'll have two hot chocolates and two slices of cheesecake, please." I stared this time, not only with likelihood, but with envy by the way she talks with such ease; as if she knew the world would stop at the sound of her amazing voice.

  Maybe we can be friends, I wondered.