Faye
He stumbled through the door, eyes bloodshot and breath reeking of alcohol. I scrambled off the tattered sofa and tried to be brave as I glared at the monster. It was no use; he was probably three times the size of me. My eyes threatened to close as it was way past one in the morning but I fought to keep them open, remembering Rose sleeping peacefully in the next room.
"Faye," he sneered, and I cringed as his disgusting breath fanned my face. I tried desperately to imagine another place, a place where Rose and I could live with no worries and no monsters.
I hurtled back to reality when chubby fingers grasped my chin roughly. I hated them. I hated them so much, and I hoped every day that they would one day wake up and decide to turn their life around, but it never happened.
I was glad that she hadn't come back to the house, therefore I only had half the beatings to handle for now.
An excruciating pain spread throughout my stomach, and I was hurled against the sofa by the force of his kick. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking of Rose and knowing that I had to endure this for as long as it took him to pass out from the large amounts of alcohol he had consumed.
I screamed as his beer bottle was hurled against the wall, and prayed that Rose would stay in her room if she woke up.
Another kick to the stomach sent me straight back into the sofa I had been trying desperately to crawl away from and I gave up, finally allowing myself to be engulfed in the darkness.
"Faye? Faye, wake up!" a frantic voice yelled and my eyes snapped open, taking in my surroundings. Panicked jade eyes were all I could see and I blinked a few times, trying to clear my blurry vision.
"What? What is it?" I mumbled, my voice groggy.
"You tell me! I- you just started screaming and thrashing around, I had no idea what was going on." Harry told me, running his hands stressfully through his hair.
"It was nothing serious, just a bit of a bad dream." I lied, laying back down on the uncomfortable sofa.
It wasn't nothing.
My dreams were always terrifyingly vivid. They were more like memories, hounting me every time I closed my eyes. It was bad enough that I had to live through years of abuse, I was still reminded of it even now that it was over.
"Don't even lie, Faye. That was far from nothing." Harry growled, his intense gaze burning holes in the side of my head as I refused to make eye contact with him.
"Leave it alone, Harry." I snapped.
"Who's Rose?" he asked more softly.
I froze.
"What do you mean?" my voice cracked slightly.
"You kept shouting and screaming, asking someone not to hurt Rose. Who is Rose, Faye?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bloody hell," Harry sighed, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly. "Don't you think that after all this time, I should know just a little about your past? Please?"
"No." I said stubbornly, bringing my knees up to my chest.
I balled my fists to refrain from going to retrieve Ella's alcohol, which I knew was hidden in the cupboard under the sink. I could not go back into that cycle after all these years.
"Faye, please. Don't you think it would be better to just tell someone, instead of keeping your seelings bottled up all the time?"
"No actually, I don't. This didn't make me talk three years ago, Harry. Just stop trying."
