The Scarred Coincidence

What A Day?

He came back through the doorway, holding two trays of food and a whiteboard and marker. The smell was something so foreign. I didn't know what it was but I had it before. He sits criss-cross in front of me and sets the trays of food in front of us. 

"You can eat now." He said.

I look at him before focusing on the only substance I've eaten for 13 years.  I bring my wrist up to my mouth and bite down drawing blood. The metallic cool liquid enters my mouth and I gag, not liking the taste of it. I drink about a pint when someone rips my hand out of my mouth. I look at the culprit, who is looking at me with eyes as wide as saucers. I lick my lips and wait for him to say something. Then he did.

"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed at me. I didn't do anything wrong, all I did was eat. Scared of the violent tone I backed away from him slowly with a cautious look on my face.

"Whoa. Hey, it's okay. Look I am sorry. Eat." He said and pointed at the plate. I brought my lips back onto the now fresh wound and drank again. I nearly puked at the taste of it.

"No!" He roared. I quickly dropped my now bloody wrist and looked at him with wide eyes.  He grabbed my arm harshly pulling me towards him. He picked up his food in his hands and took a bite out of it. He let go of my wrist and pointed to the food. I picked it up and looked at it with confusion written all over my face.

"Its a burger." He said in a duh tone.

It smelled splendid. I took a bite out of it and swallowed. The taste was so unique and bursting with flavors. Then I felt it. The storm brewing in my stomach. I put my hand on my mouth and searched for the bathroom. I looked to the two doors to my left and found that the first door was a closet. I ran into the other one and spilled everything I had in the toilet. I pucked up the burger, the blood I drank, and new blood. The toilet was full of blood and vomit. Once I felt sure that no more was coming, I leaned my head down on the toilet. I stayed there for a while, registering the comfortable silence when a loud bang sounded around the room.

"What the hell?" I heard the man say.

I got up, flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink. I rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands. I bent over the sink and closed my eyes.

"Oh, honey." He said. He walked towards me and reached for my arm. I flinched back scared of what he would do to me.

"It's okay."He cooed.

"Why don't you get cleaned up?" He asked. I nodded and responded. He walked over to the cupboard and took out a towel and handed it to me. I nodded in thanks and he said that he will be waiting for me when I come out. I pulled off the hospital gown and stepped in the shower. I turned the cool nob.

Cold ass water comes barricading through the roof and hits me hard, knocking me successfully on my but. I land with an oomph but quickly balanced myself back standing upright. 

I turned the nob in the other direction and the once cold water turns hot and steamy. The water massages my back muscles. I stand there letting the water soak every crevice of my body. The water runs through my hair, down my back, and drench my feet. I put my face under the water letting it relax my tense muscles and let the stress seep through my body. I looked at my feet and saw the tan substance covering my scars come off my body. Braden had put it on before Lubian bought me and I guess it hadn't rubbed off yet.

I felt a sudden uneasiness settle in my stomach. A hand clamps around my face, and the familiar panic spread like wildfire through my vanes. The unknown man spins me around and pushes me back against the wall. The cool surface doesn't do anything to the raging war in my stomach. I feel my chest heave up and down, trying to slow my heartbeat. To no avail.

The man had hungry blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He was middle-aged and obviously a pervert. I knew exactly what he was going to do with me. He was built so I knew I wouldn't escape this.

 I never did.

I never will.

~~~~~~~Xaviers P.O.V~~~~~

I was on a run when a searing pain shot through my stomach. I tumbled over and clutched my stomach. I looked at it and saw that nothing was there. I knew exactly what was happening. That bitch was whoreing around. She was sleeping with someone and I want to catch those fuckers in the act.

I wasn't mad, I was furious. I know I never met her but really? Why would she do that? I thought she was innocent in all this. Ugh.

I ran back to the house and opened and slammed the door closed. Anger was seeping through my pores scaring anybody away. Another wave of pain, this time worse shook my body only it didn't stop. The pain kept going.

I slowly made my way to the staircase. I trudged up it, one stair at a time. I made it to the last few stairs and suddenly the pain stopped. I rushed the rest of the way to her room. I threw the door open and saw Darrius sitting on the bed reading a magazine.

"Where is she?" I roared. He looked up from his book and pointed to the bathroom with a cautious expression. It looked like he was about to say something, but I was too engrossed with rage to hear what he was saying. I slowly walked toward the bathroom and opened the door.

What I saw was something horrible.

Something I would never forget.

Something BadAss?

~~~~~Emms P.O.V~~~~

He walked towards me with his hand playing with the end of his belt. He took his belt off and slipped his pant off to a way only his part showed.

I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't care. His hand was still on my mouth so I couldn't make any noise.

He closed the distance between us and pushed himself at my entrance, teasing me. His unused hand was used to grope my boobs. I closed my eyes and tried not to react to this. His old and callused hand was disgusting, one of the grossest things I've ever felt.

He quickly pushed himself in me. He pulled out. Over and over again. I knew I had to do something. I kept any noise possible from exiting my mouth when I bit down on his hand. He pulled out and stared at me with wide eyes. 

He pulled out a metal object out of his pocket. He pinned me against the wall so I couldn't move and sliced my arms, all the way down. The same with my legs and backside. He jabbed the metall knife into my side and let go of me. I didnt miss the chance to take it out and stabbed him in the heart. I pulled myself away from him and hopped out of the bathtub. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body. The man fell backward and out of the bathtub. He now lays on the floor limp.

I scurried against the wall and slid down it. I looked at the man. What had I just done? I just killed a man. The memories of my had clutched the knife in such a manner made tear prick out of my eyes. The downpour of tears strone down my face freely. 

I looked at my hands that were covered in blood. I just killed a man.

  I just killed a man. 

I just killed a man. 

I just killed a man. OMG.

The tears were a river erupting down my face now and all i could think about was the blood on my hands.

The door creaked open. I didnt bother to look up. What i just did was terrible and took up all of my thoughts. I was in shock. The tears no more fell down my face but residing on my stained cheeks. It doesnt matter what he did to me. I wasnt supposed to kill him. 

I finally brought my face to look up at the men standing at the doorway. The guy that was just accompanying me stood behind a broad figure.

Him.

The man who save me.

The man who resided in my dreams.

The sex-god.