Saved by a Vampire

Chapter 2

Last night was horrible. My body still aches from the punches and kicks.

FLASHBACK~

I hesitantly opened my front door to reveal a pissed off, psychopathic mother, tapping her foot impatiently. If looks could kill, I'd be lying on the ground right now, dead. Hell, by the way her vein popped out, she looked like one of those annoyed, pissed anime characters. I'd surely have some broken bones by tonight.

I stood there, frozen. At first she was glaring at me with her demon eyes, and right before I know it, she smiles- no, smirks. Fear drenched me and I shivered, knowing what would happen to me. She had another one of her “man friends” over. It was Rick tonight. She liked doing these “favors” to advance in her career.

My eyes shoot daggers through his. He's holding a little packet in the air.

He eagerly walked towards me, and shoved me into the closest bedroom. He threw me onto the bed, and my horrors begin.

END OF FLASHBACK~

What happened to me last night happens at least twice a month. Since that started, I stopped getting my monthly doings. It's going to be hard at school today; I can barely walk.

I make it through the school day by concentrating on the meeting afterschool. It helps me ignore the disgusted faces as I walk down the hallway and the sour teachers’ death glares.

At 3:15pm, the guy still isn't here.

Finally, he comes up with his hands in his pockets. His brown hair swings back and forth, revealing his shimmering green eyes. I keep my head down, avoiding his stare. Then a question pops into my head, I never told him my name, yet he knows it.

Instantly, I ask, "How did you know my name?"

A smirk appeared on his face. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Well..." I began, "what's your name?"

"Chris," he replied flatly.

"Oh," I looked down, a blush spreading across my cheeks, only to have him lift my chin up. "What did you want from me?" I asked, stepping back to avoid his proximity.

"Actually..." Chris stated with a pause, "I want to know about you." Oh great, what a lovely question. The false answer is already popping up in my mind. Oh, well my life is fantastic! My mother is a great joy to be around, my sister is just an angel, my dad is still alive, and I was never raped. What a better life could I ask for?

I then answer him with a flat, straight out lie. "Just like any other teenager's life." Except, I'm not rebellious. I don't text, let alone have a cell phone. I don't go partying every Saturday. Hell, I don't even have a bed. I somewhat smile and say, "Well, if that's all, then I should probably be going." Before turning around to leave, I look into his piercing eyes. I can see that he wants me to stay, and my body doesn’t want to go home to another beating, anyways.

He sits down, leaning against the school brick wall, patting the grass next to him. I ever so slowly sit down, while having searing pain flow through my legs. Last night was brutal. I finally reached the bottom, but sighed as I realized that I would eventually have to get back up.

Almost immediately, his eyes pierce through mine. After a minute or so, I break our trance and stare at the grass. I hesitantly pull my knees up to my chin, gritting my teeth in pain. Concern flashes in Chris’s eyes, but, then, he looks away. Finally the pain leaves as I'm sitting on the grass with comfort. I then notice that both of Chris' hands are on my legs. My face instantly turns beet red.

"W-what are you doing?" I question and suddenly the comfort is gone but replaced with awkwardness.

"Do your legs feel better?" He asks and stares right at me.

"Y-yeah." I stretch them out. Did he do this? If he did, then how? I didn't think that teenagers could be doctors, if so... Without even considering that it was a fact that he treated my legs, I blurted a 'thank you' out.

"No problem." He replied and smiled sweetly. Man, was he the best-looking boy that I had ever seen.

"How did you make my legs feel better?" I asked him.

He brought a finger up to my lips. "It's a secret." My face turned multiple shades of pink as I stared from his finger to his face.

"Now, would you mind telling me the truth about yourself?" I looked down and hesitantly thought if he could keep a secret. Would he tell anyone? Make fun of me like everyone else? "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to," he said, as if reading my thoughts. 

I took in a big breath, and as if we were in our own little world, I told him almost everything. 

I left out the part about my dad. I told Chris that he died, which was true, but I didn't tell him how. I can tell that he wants to know, but won’t force it on me to tell him. I appreciate it, since I get really nervous when I have to tell people about my life, or if they even ask. After I told Chris, it was like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulder. The only other person outside of my family that I’ve told about my life, including how my dad died, would be Hannah. It's strange; I haven't seen her for five days. I hope she's all right. I might check on her later on, just to be sure that she's okay.

"Well, if that's it, then-" I start but get cut off.

"Wait," says Chris. "You're going back to your house?"

"Well yeah. I live there so..." I reply but stop at the end. Why do I go back to the hellhole everyday?

"What about your mom?" he questions.

"It's fine..." I start. "I've been going through this for ten years. I'm sure that I can handle another day." Truth is, I really don't want to handle another day. I just don't want anybody worrying about me. I deserve what I'm going through, even though I don't want to go through it. Everyday I'm afraid of stepping into that house. I'm sure of it that my mom will one day just snap, and get rid of me. As in get rid of me, I mean kill me. Dump my lifeless body into a river. Cry and mourn over it for a couple of days, oblivious to the officers that she's lying and that she's trying to fool them. Poor old mother lost her less important daughter. Hell no. I can't go back with my mother; I'd be swimming with the fishes in a matter of days.

"Both you and I know that you don't want to go back." He says, making me lose my train of thought. I avert my eyes to the green, grassy ground, feeling bad about lying to him. He, yet again, lifts my chin up. "You don't have to go through the shit she made you go through anymore." And with that, he put his hand on my shoulder, and I blacked out.