DAMAGED

chapter15 ☪

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Kassie's POV

I winced as soon as I heard the loud whip. "Admit that you lied to me." The woman said, trying to compel him, and I gulped, trying not to think of the impact the rope had on Wolfie.
"Whatever. I'll lose either way, as always." He retorted in a shaky voice, still standing in front of me.
"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't lie about everything." The woman growled.
You know what? I should just call her Woman for now. I don't feel like calling her Wolfie's mom; she's way too cruel to deserve it.
I felt myself trembling as Wolfie fired back, "What do you care? All you want is to enjoy the pleasure of hurting people."
Woman gave him a death glare and gritted her teeth. "You may be a little rebel at school, but there are rules here that you need to follow. One of them is,'don't talk back.'"
The rope made contact with Wolfie, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound.
"St-stop...P-please." He said, so low I could barely hear it.
"You deserve it. You caused me a lot of trouble over the years." Woman spat.
Another whip.
"I-I'm sorry I was born, then." He told her, his words rushed.
He did not just say that.
"It's a good thing you regret it. You regret causing me so much-" Woman began, swinging the rope quickly many times.
"Stop." I spoke aloud, finding my voice at last and interrupting her.
She turned to look at me with that cold, hard stare.
I took out my phone, fumbling for it with my shaking hands.
"I can call the police."
Wolfie looked at me with pleading eyes and signaled for me to stop talking.
Woman scoffed before looking over to the rope and back to her son.
"Alright. I'll stop."
I felt relief surging through me, but Wolfie glared at me.
"Go on ahead. What are you waiting for? Let yourselves in." Woman hissed.
Well, isn't this quite the plot twist?
I glanced over to Wolfie, and he still seemed ticked off at me. Why? I just saved him.
His cold, shaky hands intertwined messily with mine.
He dragged me inside quickly and headed straight for the front door.
I didn't ask him anything; he obviously wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Woman, who had followed us all the way, yelled to us as we left. "Nice meeting you."
Nice? I would've rather stuck daggers in my mouth than-
"Why the hell did you do that?" Wolfie asked as soon as we were inside the car, interrupting my thoughts.
"What?" I frowned.
"You threatened her." He said slowly, taking a deep breath afterwards to calm himself down.
I looked at his shirt and saw a stain by his stomach. Blood.
"She completely left you alone afterwards." I replied.
"For now. She doesn't like being threatened. I've tried that. I've fucking tried to call them, and-" He stopped speaking suddenly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When her husband gets home and finds out a 'friend' of mine threatened her, they're both going to kill me." He sighed in annoyance.
"Why can't you just call the police when you're not home?" I asked.
"God, Kassie, stop asking so many damn questions!" He exclaimed in frustration.
"I didn't mean to." I whimpered.
"Yeah. You never mean to do anything. You're made of complete innocence and you're a hundred percent harmless because you don't know. You don't know this - You don't know my life. Maybe we should just stop our little fantasy, because I don't think I have the right conditions for any girl right now." He told me.
That's not fair... Just because he may not have the most exuberant lifestyle doesn't mean that he can't enjoy his life.
I felt a lump in my throat. "You're doing it again."
Wolfie looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"You're leaving. You always leave when things don't work out." I explained, my voice so quiet that I could barely hear myself.
He looked at the ground before turning his gaze back at me.
"You said you would stop, and... I don't know..." I said softly, examining my hand in his.
His eyes softened. "I'm sorry about that... I don't want to see you get hurt."
He pressed his lips to mine quickly before letting go of me and examining the stains he had on his shirt.
"I should've gone upstairs to get my money. Now I need to buy a new shirt." He laughed quietly, an edge of sadness in his tone.
"I can buy you one." I offered.
"Naw, it's okay." He shrugged.
I stayed quiet, trying to stop thinking about the nervousness still echoing through me.
"I don't want to be in a foster home. That's probably where I'll go if the police find out. I'm 17. I'm too old for that." He explained. "In one year, I'm going to get out of that house. I don't care if I'll be fucking homeless."
"You should've hit her back or done something." I mumbled.
"I'm not going to hit my mom." He sighed.
I allowed silence to fill up the whole car.

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Soon, he had started the car and we were driving around in circles again, unsure of where to go.
"Are you okay?" I asked after a while.
"Sure I am," he responded with a playful smile, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"I have my angel with me."