Rejected Love {COMPLETED}

8- Care

Sya's POV:

I quietly opened the door to prevent it from making any noise. You know, in case I got lucky and John didn't realize I wasn't in the house all this time and went straight to his room. I silently closed the door behind me and looked around. The house was bathed in darkness and that gave my heart a strong negative vibe. Why is it so dark and unusually quiet?

I took another hesitant step forward and was now in the living room. Suddenly, as if on cue, all the lights flickered on. And there was John, sitting on the couch with an evil smirk plastered on his hideous face. I felt fear grip me. Grip me so tightly and in place. I hated it. Hated standing in front of him like I was the criminal. Like I was punishable for merely existing.

"Looks like someone is late!" He sang in a low voice, the evil smirk still pasted to his face. He slowly pushed himself out of the couch and stood up, walking towards me.

Fear flashed through my body and my hands began to tremble as I took fearful steps backward.

"I'm s-sorry. I-I was s-stuck somewhere. This will never ha-happen again. I-I'm sorry!" I stuttered pathetically as tears began to roll down my face. The way he was walking towards me, the glee on his face as he planned to nearly skin me alive was enough to make my insides ache in fear. And I hated all of it. Every minute of it.

He was standing just mere inches away from me when he grabbed me from the hair and yanked my head backward, forcing me to look up at him. A scream of pain escaped my mouth as he slapped me hard.

"You think I let you stay here too so you could stay out late and have fun with your friends?!” He yelled, his eyes ablaze. “When I-‘m home, what right do you have to be out this late and not home cooking dinner for me and Mom?!” He still had my hair in a tight grip and my head pushed back against the wall. It was getting harder for me to look into his eyes.

I vigorously shook my head in denial, still crying.

"N-no! I wasn't hanging out. I-I told aunt Helena where I was going!"

This only infuriated him further. He shoved me to the ground hard where a broken bottle of beer was shattered all over. Large pieces of glass pierced my forearms and elbows and I felt warm liquid begin to flow down my arm. I was still on the floor, reeling because of the pain when John kicked me in the stomach knocking out all the air from my lungs. Then, the second blow came and then the third and my vision became so hazy, I lost count after that. I felt something break inside of me. Probably some of my ribs or was it my heart, my hope, or the tiny desire to have a normal life that had awoken inside me earlier? I could clearly see my worth now. On the floor, inside the pool of my own blood. My mouth had that strong metallic taste now. He probably kicked out the blood from my insides. I suddenly found myself wishing he'd just kill me.

Right there. Right then.

The pain soon exceeded the limit of my tolerance and dark spots covered my vision before it became completely dark.

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When I opened my eyes, sometime later, I was disappointed to see that I was still inside that horrible house, in that horrendous living room, on the floor.

My stomach was in so much pain that I didn't even have the strength to sit up. I groaned. My entire body was cursing at me for this. I bit my bottom lip hard to stop myself from screaming out loud. I tried to wiggle myself to a sitting position but even the simple act of breathing was so, so painful.

There was a pool of blood around me and I realized it was mine. It had gushed out from the wound on my arm and dried to a certain extent. I pulled out the piece of glass from my upper arm with a shaking hand, wincing from the immense pain. I wonder if I cracked any bones this time.