Breaking Point...

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Trey eventually came from the attic and into the kitchen. He didnt know what to do anymore and He didnt want Kaliana to think he was a "monster". He went into the kitchen drawer and picked up the sharpest knife available.

KALIANA'S P.O.V

"I dont get it" I said to myself. "Why wont he tell me anything!" I plopped on the bed and started to cry. I heard kitchen drawers slam in the kitchen but I didnt pay any mind to it. I continued to cry until I heard screaming come from downstairs. "AAAAAAHHH!" It was so loud I had to see what was going on. I ran all the way downstairs so fast with no hesitation what so ever. When I turned the corner to go into the kitchen, there was a knife about four inches into Trey's torso. I rushed to him and tried to calm him down ( I toke first aid classes in school so I know how to take care of wounds).

(A/N I honestly dont know the procedure for treating wounds so forgive me if im wrong).

After I attempted to calm him down I ran back upstairs to grab some towels, alcohol and big bandages. I rush back to him, "put this towel in your mouth, bite down on it when you feel pain. Im pulling it out." He nodded at my command I slowly pulled out the knife so that I wouldnt hurt him so bad. "Mmmmmh!!" When it was out, I grabbed the towel from him and tried to stop enough blood from escaping. "This going to burn, okay?" I grapped a clean end of the towel and speaded some rubbing alcohol on the wound. He tried to hold back the tears from the burn. Eventually, there wasnt a lot of blood so that I could wrap the bandage around his torso. When I was done, he was breathing heavily so I made him a glass of water. He then sat back in relief.

"Why the hell did you do tha-" I was cut off by him, "I dont deserve to live!" He got mad and hit the bottom kitchen cabinet. I looked at him with a confused expression. " When I was 12, my mother died from tuberculosis, which meant I had to live with my uncle, who treated me like I was a nobody. *chuckle* he wasnt wrong." I bowed my head at the floor but continued to hear him speak, " when I was about 17, 18 years old, I had a girlfriend who I loved so much *sips water* she gave birth to my first child. But then she left me with my daughter, Kristin. When Kristin was two, she had a bad case of the flue and died not too long ago before you entered my presence. " I dont know why, maybe because Im a huge softy, but I had so much sympathy for him. A tear actually side down my face, but I didnt want him to see so I turned my face away. "Dont cry," He lifted my chin with his finger and looked into my eyes with his hazel ones. My heart was pumping and hormones were bubbling up. I felt him move my body closer to his..."Why have you been taking your anger out on me?" I quickly asked and turned my head again. He sighed as though he didnt want to answer me. "Can you please," I made him look at me, "answer me, Trey" He then looked at me with tears that filled his eyes. "If I could take you back I would Kaliana, I really would. I dont know why I did what I did. Im sorry, I know that doesnt fix any thing but the reason why I have tried to change is because I know my mother wouldnt except this so Im trynna change. " He began to break down. "When Kristin died, I had no reason to live. I was disappointed in myself, the doctors, everybody around me." "That didnt give you a right to take me away from my family. I had a whole life back in New york." He looked at me with fire in his eyes, but tears still making their way down his face, "Then Go." I looked at him with a shocked expression. I didnt know what to do? Should I listen to him? "But, but Tre-" " JUST GO!" I couldnt believe what I was hearing. I slowly got up and headed for the door. When I opened the front door, It was begining to get dark and chilly. I tooked a step out and looked back at Trey who was getting up recovering from the injury. I started to cry as I walked out and closed the door.

Trey was upset that he let her go. He didnt want to see her go but it was out of anger. He slowly got up, trying not trigger the pain from coming back. He finally reached the couch and sat to think. What did he do...


TREY'S P.O.V

I decided to take a nice hot shower and just stood there in frustration. " I let her go..." I spoke softly to myself. I was so devistated, she just gave me one more reason to take myself off this planet.

When I was done, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked quickly into the bedroom with my head bowed down. When I looked up, my heart skipped a beat...

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