Floating In The Sky

Chapter 44

Back at home.

Grocery shopping. The most fun and boring thing on earth. I take the essential diary products and move onto the condiments aisle.

I see ash blond hair and it is Justin. I don't say anything and move on. "Willow, hi." He comes and says.

"Hi," I replied. "How are you?"

"Fine, you?" In all of it I didn't look at him not even once. "Why are you following me?" I said quietly.

"I am not following you." I said. She wasn't fine. I knew it. She didn't say anything. "Willow," I place my hand in her shoulder. She pushes it away aggressively and looks at me.

Her hand goes onto her other wrist. "Why are you so angry?" I ask.

"Because I hate you." She said with tears in her eyes. She was still clutching her wrist. "Leave me alone." She whispered.

"Not until you will tell me why you hate me. Is it because I am-" she doesn't let me finish my sentence and walks away.

I go after her and clutch her wrist. "I said, leave me alone. You are hurting me." Her eyes were red and she was trying to break free.

I could feel something rough through her sleeves. With my other hand I rolled the sleeves up. I shut my eyes close. There were long scars. "Did he do this to you?" He demanded an answer.

My heart was racing. How? I clutched her wrists with force. He tightened his grip. The pain arrived. "You are hurting me," he released my wrist. I walked away from him with tears in my eyes.

What is happening? Something is definitely wrong. . . Maybe I should follow her. No I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.

After thinking, I made my decision and went home.

I am sick of home. Home is not home. I throw the bags on the kitchen counter like a spoilt teenager. That is what I am.

I look at the ring at my finger. It seems so beautifully hideous. I hate it. I remove it from my finger and I was about to throw it away- "What's all the ruckus about Willow?" Kyle asks.

I move past him to the cupboard and took out a suitcase. He grabs my wrist. "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere. Away from you. From Justin. Because I can't handle it anymore." I move past him.

"Too bad you can't." He slams the door shut.

"You can hurt me! You can carve my body with a blade. Do whatever you want! But I am sick of you!" I start to shout at this time.

Stuart had called saying it was an emergency. It is always an emergency. Before I knock on the door, Stuart opens it. "You have to help her. She is in a lot of pain." I then heard a glass shatter.

"What is going on?" I ask.

"Abuse. Is what is called. Go and stop that monster." I looked up at the ceiling. Something is surely happening.

My cheek was clean cut and it was bleeding. My hair was a mess. He had a glass piece in his hand and was aiming towards me with a devilish grin. I hate him so much.

I am standing up. Not going to go down. Not going to be a coward. Before he could hurt me the room's door burst open.

Justin came inside and stopped him. "Shut up you both! I am sick of both of you. I know what I need now. I know now who you both are. And my decision will merely depend on what I want. Not from both of you." I wipe the blood which had reached my neck.