Always Silent

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"What the hell is going on here!" My mom burst through the door.

I'll answer your question later, Quinn is still gaping at the man standing in front of her.

I brought my eyes to my mom's she isn't the spitting image of me, another thing to keep in mind since I neither know where my looks came from.

My mom's hair is cropped blonde and shaggy, her eyes a sea blue which use to swim with happiness but now I see heartache, cold heartache that I caused. By the looks of things I found our missing teeth donor, her face is contracting wrinkles faster than most thirty eight year olds, there is a new cut on the side of her face and that's when I turned my gaze south.

Her body used to be full and tanned, something I use to envy about my mom, but now it's skinny and pale, she looks like she hasn't eaten in a week or so. My eyes claimed anger; I kick Michael for good measure only to have him roll onto his back.

"Quinn, don't you dare do that?" she hissed and reached down to hover over his body protectively, it makes me sick.

"Why Mom? Why do you stay with him when he keeps doing this you?" I questioned sadly, I don't have any remorse for the man lying at my feet.

"You wouldn't understand Quinn, he loves me," I almost kicked her for such a comment.

"That isn't fucking love! He hit you enough to not only draw blood, but teeth too!" I screamed in fury, adding in my own note, "And if you didn't notice my friend here saved me from getting raped by the dear love of your life!" I almost concaved into smashing something until it no longer existed, I'll start with Michael...

An arm made it's way to my waist pulling me back from my thoughts, I turn to see him looking down at me with deep intended fury. This specific anger is aimed at Michael.

"Sweetheart I'm sure there is an explanation, I mean you did break Chris Wavern's knee the other day, and yes we were notified by the school, why did you hurt such an athletic young man Quinn?" I was now shaking with the need to kick something; if it weren't for that hand on my body I would've given in gladly.

"Because again, Chris was going to rape me! And if he can't handle a foot to his knee he's not much of an athlete," I blood lusted, having had nearly three forced sexual experiences my opinion for men is slowly faltering.

"Sweetheart stop assuming everyone wants to rape you, because I think they would have gone for something worth going to jail for," My mouth dropped while sand was threatening to pour out, how could she? She just confirmed how unattractive I am, she's supposed to be my biggest supporter and now she brought me to a new low.

"I'm going, you can rot in your blood before you finally see what he is doing to you, Malory!" I no longer had the desire to call her mom, mother, whatever. She will now be referred to with her name even if I did come out of her vag-

Somebody nudged me back before a book being thrown at me could reach my head I turned my head up to see the guy I saved still behind me firmly holding onto my body.

I turn my gaze back to Malory, I wanted to grab the couch to throw back at her, but now she is waking Michael up.

Time to go, "Inform the school I am no longer under your care Malory, and also don't punish yourself by being with this man, because Maxwell's death was my fault, not yours." I finished turning away making it to the door in record time.

I quickly go around the back changing into a pair set of jeans and a shirt. I didn't have enough time to notice that silent guy was rounding the corner as soon as I was changed.