Standing By (Avi Kaplan fan fic)

Three

I looked ahead. Out of the window, scared to make eye contact with Avi. His name sparked a memory in my distorted mind. The ancient chime of a song rung in my head. But it didn't trigger any resent memories so I pushed it aside. I wanted to speak. Yet I know my bounds on how not to make eye contact. Or I'll be hit. "What's your name?" I closed my eyes and licked my chapped lips. "Ah...am I aloud to speak?" The car grew silent for a moment. "What do you mean? You don't have to ask permission to speak." "Am I allowed to look at you?" The car stopped and I couldn't help but let out a small yelp as I felt the air shift. I heard the rustle of fabric as Avi turned to face me. "You don't need permission for that stuff. What ever he did to you is not normal. You are a normal human being. You don't need permission for that stuff. Just,"

I felt a soft hand brush my cheek and then find my chin. Avi slowly turned my head to him and then it clicked. The features of him brought light to my mind. The beard, the emerald green eyes, the kissable pouty lips. His perfectness. I know who my savior is. He is Avi Kaplan of Pentatonix. And he saved me. Him. Avi Kaplan. Not some other person. Him.

"Please look at me."

He said in a breath taking undertone that made my heart flutter and my gut twist. My eyes met his and his mine. They widened at my condition. I knew the fear in his eyes were real. My sunken in eyes. Busted lip. Bruised cheek. Just as always. If I healed. John would beat me again. Claiming my face with his fists. My body was small and skinny. The lack of food was what I lived with. If I did get anything it would be dirty water, rotten fruit, or a stale loaf of bread. But what ever I got was a difference from life and death. And I didn't want to meat death just yet.