Masaomi Kida x Jessica Minazai (Book 1)

Chapter 20 - Bruises

Jessica's P.O.V.

Lately Blake seems to be getting more and more distance. Not to mention she looks...bad. Even though I can see she's hiding it she's depressed and she hasn't been eating. She's hardly been outside this week. And she's always outside, wether she's in the garden or out for a walk or anything.

I wonder if it has anything to do with the bruise I saw and the not so subtle hint that I saw.

I sigh to myself.

Blake isn't the type to say she has a problem. That's why I have to coax her into telling me. Usually it works but not this time it hasn't amounted to much. If anything I think she's avoiding me because of it. But on the other hand she has always come to me...maybe she doesn't know how to talk to me about it.

Or maybe she can't?

Blake, even though she comes off intimidating once you get past her walls that's she's built over the years, she is a broken little girl. Very few people know that side of her. Sometimes I think she's more sensitive then me, though she can hide it far better than I ever could.

I'm worried about her. I mean we've been through everything together. We lost our home planet, our families, our friends. Granted seven of us managed to survive including me and Blake. This gives me hope that other may have survived as well.

I don't want to see her hurting, more than she already has and still is. I have to help her. In whatever way I can.

I walked around the entire estate for what feels like the billionth time. It's 3 in the morning and I have still yet to come up with a solid way to help Blake through, whatever she's going through. That is until I stopped outside our front door and heard arguing. I pressedmy furry ear to the door. Yeah, yeah eavesdropping is bad. Well tough titties. I could hear Blake's voice and her older brother well one that survived. They seem to be having one heated argument.

My eyes widen.

Silver couldn't possibly be the one who's been abusing her. It-...it would make sense. She's so close to her older brother more so ever since the incident. With him and her twin Sapphire. They are near almost impossible to separate. Sometimes I envy Blake she at least has family alive. Mine are all gone. I close my eyes and their faces flash in my head. I miss them so much..but now isn't the time. I can cry later about how much I miss them, but I'm not losing Blake either.

I zone everything out and listen solely on the conversation that's currently happening.

"You should've disappeared along with 'our' home." Silver's voice sounded so harsh. Every word made my bones creak. So much so I could swear they could hear my bones from out here.

I heard I loud 'smack' and something slam into door. I got such a fright I leaped into the air nearly screaming. I had tears in my eyes. I can't let him keep beating on her. But I'm no match for Silver. I don't know what to do. Admits my panic I heard Silver speak once again.

"Or better yet, you never should've been born. You're useless and I waste for space. How about I just end your miserable existence for you right now?" I heard skin on skin contact. The kind you hear when someone is hitting something.

Every word, every syllable, every letter, I felt dig and tear into my heart. Not to mention I feel as though I'm the one getting hit over and over. I could hear how Blake wasn't trying to cry out or scream in pain. It made me grow weaker. I feel her energy grow weaker. I-I have to hurry. I look around, there isn't anything I can use.

Wait! I have magic, yes. If I'm quick and he doesn't notice me I can knock him out. I muster up every onze of strength inside me and I use my super speed along with my ability to fade through walls to get through the other side of the door. And as quick as I came in I threw out my fit and with my super strength I punch Silver right in the nose.

I felt his nose crack beneath my nuckles. I would've been grossed out if I wasn't filled with adrenaline. Once a heard a thud to signal he had fallen to the ground. I dropped to my knees breathing heavily. I was shaking and the room was spinning. But I forced myself to stand and rush to Blake's side.

Never in my entire 18 years of knowing her, have I ever since her so bloodied and bruised. I've seen her cry but never like this. Her tears were always silent. She never voiced her tears of sorrow or anguish nor pain that was the Blake I knew. But the Blake I saw was, someone entirely different.

Her body was curled against the door. Her hands and arms covered her face but failed to hide the bruised eye and cheek and cut lip. They failed to hide her voiced cries that echoed in the night. They failed to hide the tears that streamed down her face.