Crânio Borboleta (COMPLETED)

Chapter Nine

Juliette

It was four Monday's later. Again. Ian and I had been dating for about three weeks. Abe and Taylor were ecstatic about it because I had liked Ian for so long, and apparently he liked me back. But Clay didn't seem as happy about it. He smiled and said congrats, but he didn't about have a stroke like Abe and Taylor. I guess because he hadn't known us for very long. I understood that.

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When I got to school, my immediate reaction was to look for Ian. I wore leggings and a sweatshirt and curled my hair, but I didn't know if he would like my outfit or not. He wasn't picky about outfits, but I was still nervous. I entered the Commons and saw Taylor, Abe, and Clay talking, so I walked over to them and joined in on their conversation. I noticed Clay twitching continuously and blinking hard, and I was nervous because I didn't know what was wrong.

"Hey," I grabbed his arm. He looked at me. "What's on your mind?"

He sighed and looked away. I frowned. Hands suddenly cupped over my eyes and I gasped and turned, then laughed when I realized it was only Ian.

"'Sup, gorgeous," he said and kissed me. I smiled and kissed him back.

"Alright, alright, kids," Abe said. "No PDA in school. C'mon, class is about to start."

Ian chuckled and took my hand, both of us walking to our class.

"Do I look okay?" I asked him. "I didn't know what you wanted me to wear."

Ian turned me to him after stopping both of us in the middle in the hall. "Babe, I don't care what you wear. I just wanna see your face."

I smiled. "Really?"

He smiled and kissed me, taking my hand again and both of us continuing down the hall.

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It was gym, and we were playing Kan Jam. After we were explained the rules, we were told to pick a partner. I turned to Clay since we were partners for everything, but he was with another girl. Avery. Lately, he had been ignoring me, and I had no idea what I did wrong, but I guess I just needed to give him his space. But it made me sad because George was neglecting me more, and Winona and Sean were physically and emotionally hurting me more. He was the only one to help me get through that. And he hardly talked to me now.

After school, Ian kissed me goodbye and we went our separate ways. I dreaded coming home. Yesterday, Sean beat me with a baseball bat and I thought I had a broken rib. It hurt to breathe. And walk. When I got home, I walked inside and saw Winona screaming at George. When I closed the door, she whipped her head to me and glared at me, storming at me and smacking me hard across the face.

"Where is my whisky?!" she screamed at me. "I know you drank it, you selfish brat!"

"But Sean - " I began.

She smacked me hard again. "Don't you dare blame my son for your mistakes, you bitch!"

I held my cheek, knowing I'd have a bruise soon.

"Go to your damn room! Now!"

I swallowed and ran to my room and slammed the door, collapsing on my bed and gripping my sore face. My door suddenly swung open and I turned. Sean shoved me off of my bed and threw me at a wall, grabbing his baseball bat from the door and hitting me over and over, shouting and cursing at me.

"You think you're gonna get me in trouble?!" he shouted. "You little slut! I know what you been doin' with Logan and Kyle! Daddy wouldn't be too happy with that, would he?"

I screamed in pain, everything beginning to turn black. I couldn't breathe, and my body was aching.

"Shut up!" he shouted, and hit me harder.

I didn't remember passing out. But when I opened my eyes, my head and face was bleeding and I heard my door lock. I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I could hardly breathe. I was naked. My shaking hand reached for my broken phone, and I turned it on. It still worked. I called Ian. He didn't answer. I called Taylor. She didn't answer. I called Abe. He didn't answer. I called Clay. He didn't answer.

This was when no one would find me. I was gonna bleed out and die. I curled up into a ball and whimpered, closing my eyes, shivering as I slowly faded out from the world.

 I woke up to grunting and I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. Winona and Sean were bandaging and cleaning my wounds, cursing at each other.

"We gotta bleach the carpet," Sean growled.

"We will later. Your dad and I are going out. Make sure she don't get out." Winona left and closed the door behind her.

No. No, don't leave me.

If my lips weren't stitched together, I'd scream. But I couldn't. Sean suddenly smacked me a few times until I looked at him, and he grinned at me.

"Rise and shine," he said.

I glared at him and he picked me up and tossed me on my bed. I was so sore.

"You look pained," he chuckled. "How about I help you feel better?"

I grunted in fear as he leaned over and gently kissed me. I tried moving my face away. His lips were soggy and his breath reaked. His teeth tightly closed around my cheekbone as his fingers slowly slid my leggings down my legs. I tried to roll away. He slapped me. He tore the neck line of my t-shirt, my bra exposed. I felt humiliated. And scared.

He grinned at me and slowly unbuttoned his jeans.

"P - Please." I whispered.

"Don't pretend you don't like it, girl." he growled.

I grunted and tried to sit up, but with the pain in my stomach and his strength, I couldn't. He smacked me and my opposite cheek hit my pillow. He grabbed my arms and held me down.

"Better keep your trap shut," he whispered angrily. "Or you'll be punished."

I let out a sob.