Black Roses

chapter two (the secret)

  "Liam?" I sputter out still being harshly held by his strong hands. He's absolutely silent and within a matter of seconds I'm pushed down to the ground hitting my back on the alley way cement. Feeling the scratches from the pebbles on the ground against my back I try grunting as his hand moves to my throat and the other gripping my wrist to the ground. His eyes no longer light brown, but deep dark red filled with lust. I was paralyze by these eyes, the grip he had on my throat got softer as his thumb lifts my chocker to my chin and Liam opens his mouth. His grip on my wrist how ever got rougher almost as if he was fighting him self. His soft hair stroking my face as he detracts fangs from his upper teeth and lower his head closer to my throat.
  I shake my head to try and escape this nightmare. But it didn't work. Liam took his hand off my wrist and pulls my hair to part over my other shoulder. I take my free hand and grip at his hair. Tugging and pulling hoping he releases me. He then grabs my arm squeezing it as I feel his tongue create circular motions around my pulse. He takes a deep breath and his lower lip connects to my throat and I feel his "fangs" poke at me.
  He suddenly stops and his breathing quickens as his entire body starts to shake over mine and his grip isn't as ferm. "Abby?" He lifts his head to met my eyes once again in the process of his eyes turning back to there light brown milky way color. His facial expression showed that he was almost as confused as I was. Then he was frighten, frighten by the sight of me. He quickly gets to his knees and just looks at me in fear. "Why arnt you screaming?!" He yells. "Why arnt you crying and trying to escape right now?!" I  blankly look at him not knowing what I should do. "Don't just sit there go!" I quickly stand up. "Go!" He almost cries out. I start running grabbing the pizzas I dropped and heading home.  I don't think I've ever ran this fast before. It felt like a five minute run home. It was only seven and mom still wasn't home.
  Out of breath I throw a pizza in the oven and head upstairs to change into different cloths. Just some grey shorts and a black tank top.  I walk over to my mirror and observe my bruises. They where everywhere. There was a clear hand mark across my neck.  They where deep into my cuts, my arms and my legs. There was even a couple on my thighs. I softly caress them imagining that grip liam had me.  I couldnt comprehend what he did and what he was. I noticed at the split ends of my faded purple hair was blood.  At this point I wasn't sure if it was my blood from the fresh cuts,  or the blood of the woman whom Liam had killed.  "Was he a vampire?" I question.  "No, he can't be v-vampires don't exist." I've always been obsessed with paranormal and fantasy objects. But not to the point where I've questioned my own reality.  Unlike Liam had me, those eyes where not human and his grip was way to strong.
  I go and wash my face removing my smeared makeup. "Vampires don't exist." I remind my self. I was shaking; and I never shake I never had even when I was in frights with my mom or dad. But even reminding myself that vampires don't exist I still wouldn't stop.
  I jump at the sound of the oven going off signaling that the pizza was done. I take it out and cut it into eight pieces. Four for me, four for mom. I knew mom was gonna get home soon so I quickly grabbed a paper towel put the four pieces of pizza in it and threw it away.  I was to fat to eat anyway. I also didn't want my mom sad that she didn't see me today but I couldn't let her see all the bruises and scars on me. So I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote her a letter of my love and headed up stairs.
  Sleeping was terrible I couldn't position myself the right way without hurting or feeling uncomfortable. But after hours of re-positioning over and over I found that cuddling my blanket helped me. That's when I fell asleep thinking about what Liam's issue was.  "HE'S NOT A VAMPIRE." I tell myself squeezing my blanket right before passing out.