Dark Past, Darker Future

Chapter 7∆*×××

Family Times

Ciel's P.O.V

I hate it when Mother hit Primrose. Or when father touched her. But now she's gone and happy, but I miss her. I don't wish for her to be back because if she were then depression would just torture her longer. I'm happy she got to escape, even if I'm not happy with the way she escaped this hell.

I vowed to protect Rayden and Rowan more after her death. I made Rowan surrender her cutting razor. I confiscated her medicine and pills and gave them to her when she needed them. I allowed her to take care of Rayden more because they were closer, and I knew that my way of thinking wouldn't comfort him for anything other than coping with pain, and I won't teach him to cope with the pain like I do, because that just means hiding it. I don't want him to turn out like I am- strong and silent and only showing pain when alone. I want him to be able to depend on others and not feel like he has to hide his pain. Rowan is best for that, even if she hides more emotions than I do. Me? I'm just best for reason and protectiveness.

While still somewhat on the subject of Rowan, I have noticed a change even before Primrose's death. She seemed happier, and her eyes weren't so dull. I stopped seeing as many blood stains in the shower and bloody bandages in the trashcan. Somebody must have gotten to her- made her happy, and I want to know who. I want to learn how they got her to trust them. Maybe then I'll be able to let myself trust people.

-----------------------Saturday Morning-------------------------

I woke up to Rayden crying and Mother's muffled yelling. I looked around but fail to see Rowan anywhere- She must be getting beat by Mother. I walk over to the small, crumpled, sniffling figure of my baby brother and sit down on his bed next to him, my shadow looming over him due to the position of his dim bedside light. I wrapped my arms around and let him cry into my bare chest. I felt a weird feeling as his tiny arms wrapped around me. I liked that he was depending on  me. It made me feel like I was actually being helpful to him.

My sister weekly walked in the door, having previously giving 4 weak raps on the door. She walked in, her lip bloody, and blood dripping from multiple wounds on her face. She was cradling her right arm and leaning against the wall for support. I got up and immediately rushed over to her, seeing more cuts show up as blood welled from the scratches and purple and black bruises form all over her arms and legs, and one on her face.

This was as worse as Mother's punishments have ever gotten- even for me. She had never done this much to me or Primrose, let alone Rayden.

I sat her down on my bed and grabbed a medical kit. I used a wet rag to wipe the blood away from some of the wounds littered on her legs, and discovered glass fragments embedded in her skin. It appears that Mother bust a glass bottle of some sort on her legs. 

I got up and poured some benadryl into a small cup and gave it to her, waiting for her to fall asleep. After she did I did the same for Rayden, and tucked him into bed. I grabbed some tweezers and cleaned them, beginning to pick out the glass from her cuts. 

I finish picking out the last shard and I wipe away the blood for the fiftieth, if not more, time. I use rubbing alcohol and pour a little onto her legs, letting it clean out the wounds. I take antibiotics and rub that on her legs, before wrapping bandages around her legs.

I then tend to the wounds on her face, not using the rubbing alcohol there. I place band aids on her cuts, and dab a cold damp towel at her bruises. Afterward, I change her into fluffy night pants and an over-sized baggy shirt, laying her onto her bed and tucking her in.  

Rowan's P.O.V

I am awoken abruptly as my arm was yanked roughly, pulling me from the comfort and protection of my bed. I hear mother hiss in my ear to be quiet, and I obey, not wanting Ciel to wake and try to take my place. She drags me out into the living room and starts to yell. She was drunk, I could smell the liquor and feel the bottles on the floor as she tossed me to the carpeted ground. 

"You caused your sister's death, bitch!"

I had kept quiet from all of the previous insults but at this I glared at her.

"No I didn't!"

I flinched away as she slapped my cheek, and pushed me to the floor.

"Yes you did!" She spat back.

She punched my cheek, and I tasted blood well up in my mouth from the skin being cut by my teeth.

She kicked my ribs as I tried to get up, sending me back onto the floor and clutching my torso. I coughed up a bit of blood, and she continued to kick me. She paused, taking a long drink out of the bottle of mixed alcohol in her other hand. At this I took the chance to kick her, and immediately the bottle was brought down on my legs, shattering from the contact. 

I screamed out as she smashed another empty bottle over the same leg, before smashing a few more onto my other leg. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up, punching my face, and threw me back down. I landed in a few shards of glass that had avoided my legs, and they embedded in my arms, torso, and face. 

Father walked in, and picked my mother up, grinding her against his crotch. She giggled, and followed him back into the bedroom, completely forgetting about me.

I took the chance to weakly stumble back to the room I shared with my brothers and meekly knocked on the door 4 times. I stumbled in, cradling my arm- the one mother had been dragging me around by. Ciel rushes over to me and carries me to his bed, giving me some kind of medicine. I then drift off into sleep, thankful that he was tending to me.

I wake up to pain racing all over my body. My head was pounding and my legs were stinging and aching. I look down and notice that I'm in a different outfit. I carefully lower my legs over the edge and roll up the fluffy faux fur pants that I was dressed in, discovering bloody bandages. 

"Leave them alone, let them heal."

Ciel says, walking into the bedroom from the joint bathroom.

"You've been asleep since Yesterday morning, are you  alright?" Ciel asks, hugging me.

I nod, my throat sore. I have been out since yesterday? That means today is Sunday, which means both Mother and Father are gone. Tomorrow I have school, which means I'll be able to see Fabian!

Wait did Ciel just hug me? The always silent, made-of-stone Ciel Hazen Fey?

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So how was that? Longest chapter by far I believe.

Anyways this chapter is dedicated to the following:

P0lyc0m

KatLover26

JakobTheAwsome

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