I'll Sing For Me

12

I sat in the car, out front of Steph's place, debating what to do next. We had only pulled up and what made it slightly worse than finding Dean at my actual house, beating the fuck out of a drug dealer, was Tommy was there too.

Tommy was driving and Dean sat in the back with me. I didn't say a word and stayed quite and no one asked any questions.

Dean got out first then I slowly did and took my bags but Dean took them off me as he marched up to Steph's front door.

Steph must have heard us coming because within seconds of the car stopping, she was at the front door, her face full of worry.

I looked down in embarrassment, heading to her. She bolted to me and wrapped her arms around me, holding me for dear life.

"Holy shit, Beth." Steph cried out to me. "Come inside, I'll get you some ice."

I barely nodded as we went to the kitchen and Steph got some ice and placed it in a bag. I watched as she wrapped a small towel around it and handed it to me.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I whispered to her as I noticed it hurt to talk whenever I stretched my lips. I think there is a cut there.

I left the kitchen as the boys entered and I didn't want to face them. I got to the bathroom, listening to their voices drown out as I shut the door.

They had questions, I heard them. Questions such as what happened and is this a regular thing and is this why she is staying with you. I however had my own question like, what were Dean and Tommy doing there at that exact time.

I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror, seeing the full extent of the damage. I could see the red welts Isaac's hand left and there was a cut on my lip. Placing the ice back on it, I closed the toilet lid and sat on it and pushed my glasses up on to my head while removing my beanie. I let the fat tears roll down silently and every time a sob made its way up, I covered my mouth.

My life sucks and I get that. But once again, I found myself asking, why me?

I don't know how long I was sitting on the toilet, locked in the bathroom. I spaced out after I stopped crying and it was the knocking that snapped me out off it.

I wanted to answer leave me alone but I got up and unlocked the door. It slowly opened and the person that stepped through wasn't who I expected.

I wrapped my arms around them, crying again as they held me.

Ally was kind and patient, she waited for me to stop crying as we stayed in the bathroom. She pushed some loose hair out off my face and after I told her what happened, she inspected my face.

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen." She coaxed me. "I'll clean that cut up and check on your shoulder."

I barely nodded and found myself walking next to Ally, her arm over me. She did ask me why I went home, but her tone wasn't accusing or judgemental.

I found the kitchen empty from everyone else and sat on the bench, moving my blouse across and exposing my shoulder where the bite mark was.

"Looking good, it's starting to scab over. Just don't pick it. Unfortunately, it might scar."

"Just another scar, except this one is visible." I said lowly.

Ally pressed her lips together as she added some ointment to my lip. I could see the questions forming in her head too.

"I'm sorry, Ally, for stressing you out." I could feel the tears about to happen again. "I'm also sorry for being a burden."

"Oh, Beth, you are not a burden." She told me gently as she packed her stuff away.