My Twitching Mess (Ticci-Toby love story) #Wattys2015

Chapter 5- Please Don't Hurt Her!

Once I ate my breakfast, and sorted myself out, I walked down to Toby's house, excited for my first day of homeschooling.

I knocked on Toby's door, and his father opened it.

"Morning Mr. Rodgers." I say politely.

"What are you doing here Becky?" He spat at me. I wiped away the spot of spit off of my face as I continued.

"I'm here because Connie said that she would get somebody to homeschool me and Toby."

"Oh yea... right then, get in." he practically pushed me inside, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I walked into the main room to see Toby, Lyra, Connie and a woman I'm guessing is the tutor.

"Hey Becky!" said Toby, in a cheery tone. I smiled and sat down with him, smiling.

"Good luck you too." chuckled Lyra as she left to go to school. Mr. Rodgers left to go to work, and Connie went into the kitchen, to make something and stay out of our way.

It was a lot of fun, having school at Toby's house. I may or may not be developing a crush on Toby, but I know it won't happen. Never happens. I spent everyday here now, sometimes spending the night there. It was a ton load of fun.

Until one day, I was staying at Toby's house again and Mr. Rodgers was beating Toby, Lyra and Connie again, and I had just had enough. I ran down the stairs and pushed over Mr. Rodgers, making him fall onto the floor. I ran over to Toby to make sure he was ok, he gave me the nod of approval and I check on Lyra then Connie. I was going back to Toby as I get pulled up by my ponytail, presumably by Mr. Rodgers. I pulled his hand off of my hair and turned to face him. He lifted his fist to punch me then Toby stood in front of it, taking the punch in the stomach.

"MOVE TOBY!" yelled Mr. Rodgers, I was silently crying behind Toby, scared.

"DONT YOU DARE HURT HER!" Toby yelled back at him.

"I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL TOBY IF YOU DONT MOVE!"

"I DONT CARE! I WONT FEEL IT YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!! PLEASE DONT HURT HER!!"

Mr. Rodgers exploded in anger, as he pushed Toby out of the way, and immediately punched me in the stomach, making me double over in pain. I started crying as he kicked me in the stomach and spat on me, before grabbing his car keys and walking out the front door, slamming it behind him. I continued crying, holding my now painful stomach.

"Becky? Are you okay?" Asked Connie, by my side.

"This is what he does to you?" I ask, sniffling a little. Lyra got me a tissue and I blew my nose, helping my calm down.

Toby came up to me and picked me up bridal style.

"Mom, I'm going to take her to bed, I think she needs it." Toby said, as I put my hands behind my neck. Connie nodded as Toby took me upstairs. He placed me down on the bed and sat on the bed.

"Are you sure you are ok Becky?"

"N-no.... that was horrible. How do you deal with it so often?"

"I can't feel it."

"Not physically. How can you deal with him doing that to your sister and your mum?"

"I-I don't, I just can't do anything about it."

We sat there in silence for a little while, and as Toby was about to leave, I grabbed his arm, making him look back.

"Please don't go Toby." I asked, he smiled lightly and sat back down, and I sat up, facing Toby.

"Can I ask you something Becky?" He asked, looking me in the eyes. I looked back into his deep chocolate eyes.

"S-sure."

"Why are we friends?"

"What?"

"Well, most people just, make assumptions and pick in me for my tics and twitches."

"So?"

"Why don't you?"

"Because, I always tried to fit in with others, only to be picked on more, so I gave up. And to finally find a guy, who is willing to be my friend and not pick on me, or be really pervy and hit on me as soon as they meet me. Means a lot to me basically."

"Wh-what if I wanted us to be more than friends?"

I felt a billion butterflies in my stomach, not sure how to take the situation "wh-what do you mean T-Toby?"

He put his hand on my cheek, cupping it slightly. I leaned onto it a little bit, blushing. He started moving his thumb back and forth, making me blush more.

"You know how beautiful you are Becky."

"I-I'm not." I never have had any self esteem, ever since I was a little kid.

"Yea you are." He slowly started to lean in, and I knew what was coming next, so I leaned in as well. Then there was a loud knock on the door. Toby took his hand away and went to get the door. It was Lyra.

"Hey Lyra what's up?" He asked casually, like he would.

"I have horrible news."

I stood up and walked over to the door, standing close to Toby.

"What is it Lyra?" Asked Toby again.

"Becky's parents are dead."