Abuse//S.M.

Chapter Two

S H A W N

I was talking to my friends when I saw everyone looking at something else in the cafeteria. I looked around to try and find what everyone was looking at. When my eyes landed on Lexi, I saw the worst thing. She had a large dark bruise under her right eye, and a cut on her lip that had dry blood on it. I didn't even say goodbye to my friends before I jumped up and ran over to her as everyone turned away. When I reached her, I took her into my arms holding her small fragile figure.

"Baby, what happened?" I ask, but she doesn't say anything.

I see recent tears that stained her cheeks, and those were replaced with new ones as she laid her head on my chest, wetting my T-shirt. She held onto me tightly, and I could feel her breaking down inside.

"Lexi, did he do this to you?" I ask, referring to her constantly drunk of a father.

"Yeah. Yeah, he did." She whispers, her voice cracking from chocking on her short breaths.

I run my thumb over her bruise, and she winces at the pain, so I stop. I study her face and all I could see was her constant pain and suffering that I wish I could take away from her.

"Come here." Is all I say, before hugging her tightly against me, wanting to make her feel safe.

When the bell rings, everyone leaves, and we pull away from each other. I lean in to kiss her lips softly, and she smiles, but I knew it wasn't a real one. I snake an arm around her waist as we walk down the hallway together to our classes since we had all the same classes.

When we walk further down the hallway, I notice multiple girls staring at her, and I remember the bruises and the cut on her lip. Some girls look concerned while others snicker. I shoot them all a glare, and they stop, returning to what they were doing previously.

"It's okay. Don't worry about them," I say trying my hardest not to tighten my grip on her waist because of her bruises. "They're just jealous that they don't have someone like me to keep them safe," I whisper to her, earning an actual teasing smirk from her.

Her smirk turns around when we approach the door of the classroom. I look down at her, being that she was only 5'7, and she looked up at me. I leaned down to gently kiss her lips a few times before pulling away and walking into the classroom with her. We sit down next to each other, and she reaches under our desks to intertwine her fingers with mine. I smile, looking at her, and she gives another fake smile.

I felt so bad for her, and I knew she was going through a hard time, but I never wanted her to hurt all the time. Apparently, that is how it was. I always came over late at night, even on a school night, just to lay next to her so she would fall asleep. She was always traumatized and she couldn't even sleep without me being there to hold her. 

Her father has been a drunk for the past five years. Ever since her mother passed away from an unknown illness. Her father began drinking to get his mind off of her, but it never worked. He never left the house, and all he did was drink and sleep all day. Every morning she was beaten up. Every Afternoon, she was beaten up. And every night, she was beaten up, and she never slept. 

I feel bad that she doesn't have her mother with her, but I never thought her father would abuse her because of it. He always claimed that it was her fault that her mother got sick and that always made her cry, being that she missed her mother just as much as she missed how her dad used to be. 

Her dad used to be a police officer, but he got cut because he was caught always drinking to the death of her mum, so he didn't have a job, and would probably never get one. 

Lexi never told me about how he treated her until I continued to notice the old and new, constant bruises on her skin. She got terrified when I finally made her tell me the truth. But when she did about a year and a half ago, I have known since. And her father doesn't know, that I know.

So every night when she falls asleep, crying into my chest until she couldn't cry anymore, I would always whisper to her how it would be okay, and that I would get her out of there.

I promised her I would get her out of there. I would take her far away from there, and I would make sure she didn't go back. But I haven't done that yet. And I have told my mum that I wanted to make her a part of our family so that she would have someone who treated her right. My mum was always debating on that until I told her that her dad was constantly abusing her.

When I took over to my house a couple of months ago, she willingly showed my mum her bruises and scars, and told her all about it. My mum said that she would take her in, but her dad won't let her leave. I plan on doing something with her, maybe near the end of the school year. I was planning on sneaking her out, and she could take all of her belongings to my house, and she could live there until we moved out together.

Also another question I wanted to ask her, but that is for another time. RIght now, I need to focus on getting her out of that house of pain and suffering.

I just have to figure out how...

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Gosh, this took me, like, Ten minutes to write, lol.

Thx again to epitt12 for typing this. I appreciate this.

Until next time

-- xoxo

-KM