Two Worlds- Laurliza

9 |Useless| ☆

     (Art credit: Ziksua <3)

     Eliza's eyes fluttered open as she woke up on her bed horizontally. John's cloak was still draped around her shoulders from last night. She then spotted John sleeping peacefully on the floor right next to her bed. Strangely, he looked like didn't mind at all to sleep there, almost as if he was used to sleeping on cold stone like this. 

     Eliza took one of the blankets off of her bed and  wrapped it around John. He smiled in his sleep, making Eliza relieved.

     Eliza was just about to go back to sleep when she heard footsteps coming from outside her door. Luckily, John was out of sight from the door.

     Before Eliza could check to see who it was, her father slammed open the door, nearly breaking it in the process. The sound was so loud that it woke John up.

    "H-Hello, fath-,"

    "Where the hell were you last night!?" Phillip said, interrupting his daughter.

     Eliza froze. She didn't know what to say. She had never seen her father this angry before...

     Phillip slammed the door behind him, making Eliza flinch. She was practically shaking at this point. John watched this all in shock as he recalled how his own father would make him flinch the exact same way that Phillip was doing now.

     "Answer me!" Phillip screamed as tears formed in Eliza's eyes.

     "I-..." Eliza said, trying to find the words to say. "....."

     She looked down at the floor, pretending she wasn't there.

     "I-I'm sorry....I-," Eliza said, again trying to explain herself.

     Before she could speak again, Phillip smacked her to the floor, leaving a harsh red mark on her face. She was small, so the impact nearly left her unconscious and ended up bruising her legs badly.

     John was watching, terrified, as Phillip scowled at the weeping girl on the floor.

     "Useless.." Phillip said under his breath as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Eliza laid there on the floor, a sobbing mess.

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     "Holy shit! Lizzie...," John said, crawling over to the helpless girl. "..are you okay?"

     Eliza nodded slowly with pain in her eyes. She had blacked out, and her vision was only just coming back. John gently placed his hand on the red mark on her cheek, being careful not to push down too hard. He smiled, knowing that Eliza was safe with him for now.

     "Hey..it'll be okay, Lizzie. Can I pick you up?" John asked, trying not to be too loud. Eliza nodded again weakly. John picked Eliza up slowly. It was easy for him as she was tiny compared to him. He set her on the bed carefully, trying not to hurt her.

     She sat up on the bed slowly.

     "Thank you," she said quietly. John smiled warmly at her.

    He cupped her face with his right hand, rubbing his thumb up and down her cheek.

     There was an awkward silence until Eliza spoke again. "I've never seen him that angry before.. not even-," Eliza paused with a distressed look. "Not even when mom died."

     John thought back to the first time his father had hit him and how scared he was at the time.

        "I understand how you must be feeling right now.. My dad would hit me too," John said sympathetically.

     Eliza looked up at him, shocked. She suddenly wrapped her arms around John's waist, placing her head on John's chest. John blushed as he wrapped his arms around her slowly as well.

     Eliza spoke, "I'm sorry that happened to you-," Eliza moved to where she could face John. "No one deserves that..especially someone like you."

     John smiled. "It's okay now. I just hope I won't have to see him again," he said.

     Eliza's smile soon faded as she remembered what situation they were in. She realized that it wasn't safe for her anymore, same with John.

     "John..we need to leave. I just-...I don't feel safe here anymore. It's too dangerous to stay here," she said, her voice shakey.

     John stood up and grabbed his cloak and bag off of the bed.

     "John..? John, what are you doing?" Eliza asked, confused, as John kept packing his things.

     "You said you wanted to leave, right?" He said with a confident smile.

     "Yes, but-,"

     "Then let's go!" John said, cutting Eliza off as he took her hand.