The Fading Darlings.

Chapter Fifty two.

David's dad abuses him, I don't know if I mentioned this or not but David has quiet the past. 

David's dad beats him, but one time David fought back. 

David's dad had David's brother Ty on the ground bleeding, David didn't like the sight. 

He beat his dad half to death, repeatdly kicking hs dad while he was on the ground. Kicking someone while they are on the ground is considered an attempt of murder, David went to Jeuvinile. 

David looked at me wide eyed. "Get in the closet." He whispered. Without hesitation I did what he commanded. 

"David!" His dad yelled for him. 

"Coming." David yelled back. 

I was scared. We were going to get caught and David would get hurt, tell me how much worst this night could get?

I was in the sruffed closet for ten minutes if not fifteen. With in them ten to fifteen minutes I heard a lot of yelling and a lot of door slamming. David's dad was yelling over silly things like the dogs being outside or the dishes not being done. I really felt bad for David. 

David came back down stairs within them ten to fifteen mintues. He was holding his arm. 

"What's wrong?" I asked with a worried expression. 

"He punched me." He replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I left the dogs outside." He looked at me with sad eyes.

"I hate him." I replied and kissed Davids cheek.

"We should get you out of here before it gets any worse." He got me one of his jackets.

"It's cold outside, I'm so sorry you have to walk home in this weather. I would walk you home if I could you know that." He seemed guilty filled.

"No babe, it's okay, really." I kissed him goodbye and went out the back door. 

I walked down the street. I lived just a little over a mile butit usually only took me about twenty minutes to get to the dorms. 

I walked through the streets, it was so cold. To cold for me to walk. And as soon as the thought "I really don't want to walk a mile." came to mind my thought was interrupted by a car stopping next to me. 

I observed who was in the car. Two guys in the back and one in the drivers and passenger seat. 

"Hey pretty lady, you need a ride?" The driver asked. 

He had light brown hair that was in a small mohawk looking hair cut. He looked like a jock, they all looked like jocks. 

I looked in the passenger seat quickly getting a glimps of the other guy in the front. He had blond shaggy hair and a smile spread acrossed his face. 

"Sure." I smiled. The one fron the back seat got out of the car and opened the door. He had brown shaggy hair and grey eyes. 

I got in and he followed after me. The guy on my right looked the same as everyone else, jocky. He had dark brown hair and it was shaggy.

When I sat between them I could smell the alcohol on everyones breath. Last time I got in the car with someone drunk I was beaten to death, last time I encountered someone who was drunk was a few minutes ago, David's dad and he hit David. Maybe drunk people aren't the best to be around. 

"Where you goin?" The driver yelled over the loud music. 

"The dorms, a mile up." I replied.

"Ha, yeah ok got you." The guy in the passenger seat replied.

It wasn't long till everything went wrong though. 

The guy on my left, the one who opened the door for me grabbed my face and stuck his tongue down my throat while the jock to my right started groping me. He was pulling off David's jacket trying to undress me. 

I smacked the one kissing me and spit in his face. 

I started smacking the other jock on the right so he would release me. But he didn't.

"She's a little spit fire ain't she!" The passenger yelled back at us. 

"Wont you guys calm down." The driver replied to their actions in a motto toned voice. 

Repeadtly smacking the both of them they wouldn't budge. 

This night got worse. 

"We are here, let her out." The driver said. 

The jock on the right still groping me and the one on the left laughing. 

The driver got out of the car and opened the door on the left then pulled out his drunk friend. 

"Come on, you can get out." I jumped out of the car and spit on the drunk jock on the ground.

"Come on Matt, get back in the car." The driver threw the wasted jock back in the car and they drove off.

Only lasting for maybe five or eight minutes I still felt victomized. Only because I had been. I walked up to the dorms and hurried up to my room. 

I got to my room and threw myself on my bed. 

I was mad. I was sad. I felt empty. 

I got out my razor, here we go again. 

Marked up my whole stomach, my thighs, sides, and hips. I most likely had over four hundred cuts and I was bleeding all over the place. 

Cutting didn't help much but it did help. It gave me a relief feeling with each cut that only lasted a few seconds but it was a few seconds of peace. 

I sighed at the cuts. Thinking how could I do this to myself? 

I got out my journal and began to write. Writing about what had just happened, about what David and I did, how his dad came in, how I was just victomized and how I fell back to the razor trapping myself in relief. I am an emotional wreck and no one has a clue. I only had my journal, a pen, a razor and some tears. This is me, the new me, a broken me.