Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Eleven

The male stick figure stands out in green at the back of the bar and I push through heading towards them. Just as I pass the ladies room the door opens and I get a glimpse inside. I notice a familiar pair of navy-ish pumps under the cubicle door. The parts that weren't navy, were a dark brown colour, obviously mud.

"Dahlia!"

I push the door open again and walk in. Thankfully no one else was there which gave me more time.

"Dahlia, is that you" I whisper, leaning against the door and put my face close.

"Beau, dont. Please go, you shouldn't be here, you cant-"

"I cant what? Help you? Dahlia, open door"

"No Beau, I can't, you dont understand, you cant see me like this. I cant let you see me like this. Ian was right....Leo was right, Mum was right, everyone was right! I am a slut!"

I hear her cough and sniffle which makes me assume she's crying. I just wanted to hold her.

I think back to all the times I had tried to pick the lock when my brothers were in the toilet. I search in my pocket for my credit card and slip it in the door carefully.

"No Dahlia, that's not true, you are a good person, dont let them tell you any different! You are so, so much more! Please, just open the door"

"Beau..-"

"Open the door Dahlia! I demand you to else I will knock it down myself!"

I twist the credit card around, making sure she doesn't notice. I just needed to-

"Beau! No Beau don't!"

The lock clicks and I push open the door and as I do, a feeling of guilt and anger and pain fills me.

"Dahlia......"

I walk over to her and take the blade out of her hand. She looks up at me, her hazel eyes glossy with tears. The cuts reach from her hand all the way up to her elbow. When I look down, I also notice a few smaller ones on her feet. I wrap her rag carefully and tightly around her forearm then pull her up and wrap my arms tightly around her. I didn't care about the blood that was getting on my shirt. There was already some on there from my fight.

"Beau?" she ask, so quietly it barely comes out as a whisper.

"Yes?" I reply, kissing the top of her head. I would stay there all night if I had to. As long as she was ok.

"I'm scared.."

"Shhh, it's okay, your safe now, you with me, your safe"

She looks up again and gives me a watery smile. As much as I would've liked to, I knew we wouldn't stay here to long otherwise someone would find us.

After cleaning myself up and cleaning her arm up a bit more we both walk back into the bar. I glance around quickly but couldn't see the boys in sight, so I assume they had gone home.

When we get outside, its beginning to get light again. Most shops had completely shut now and despite it being around 4am, the roads were still quite busy. Together we walk down the road a bit to park opposite the store.

Mum used to take Jai, Luke and I there when we were younger and it still was one of my favourite places. We sit down on the nearest bench and cuddle up to each other for warmth. Its a few minutes before either of us speak.

"What happened?"

"Huh"

"What happened? I never really found out your story. You always run away before I have chance to ask" I laugh a bit and she joins in.

"Ok" she answers, taking a deep breath in and brushes the hair away from her face, "I spent the first 5 years of my life with my mum and my real dad. Those were my happy days. I had never felt so loved in my whole entire life. Then Ian came along and he started...forcing my mum to do things and my dad found out. He didn't take it to well and demanded a divorce. Mum was distraught. Then Ian tricked her into marrying him. He made her believe he loved her, but its not true. He loved her money, not her"

She pauses, taking time to wipe the tears from her eyes and I squeeze her hand to comfort her.

"Ian never liked me and then, at the age of eight, that's when the abuse started. The sexual abuse I mean-"

"You lost your..your..you know, virginity at eight?"

She nods and looks down at her hands in shame and embarrassment.

"What about the.....cutting...when did that start?"

I didn't want to upset her. Baby steps I had told myself but at the moment we were taking giant leaps across her past, opening door that she hadn't been through for a long long time.

"That started when I was 13. It gradually got worse and worse....but yesterday...I....me and Ian.....it was..different..horrible but nice at the same time. How is that possible Beau!?" she chokes out, standing up from her seat. I calm her gently

"B......B....Beau...I don't think I...I...I can t..t..take it anymore"

Tears stream down her cheeks again my heartbreaks. I hated seeing her like this. I needed to help her. I couldn't just sit around watching her get destroyed anymore. I needed to think of away to stop it......

"Run away with me. Dahlia, run away with me"

CLIFFHANGER..OMG. SORRY THE LAST PARTS A TAD BUT BORING BUT Y'KNOW, BEAU WANTED TO KNOW ALL ABOUT DAHLIA! THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO IS READING AND VOTING AND I LOVE YOU ALL. LOTS OF KISSES FOR EVERYONE :* :* :* :* :*