Charmed Life.

Chapter Twenty Nine.

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Chapter Twenty nine.

Stephen had me pinned down, my front pushed into the floor while he ripped my top off revealing my back.

"You just never learn do you?" He laughed menacingly.

"Please." I whimpered "I'm sorry."

I heard his belt buckle loosen and tried to wriggle from his hold, he grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head back only to slam it painfully down.

I squeezed my eyes shut to try to block out the pain, I felt nauseous and disoriented which gave Stephen enough time to have his belt wrapped tightly around his wrist.

"Don't forget to count Princess." He said before slamming the leather down and across my back.

The scream I wanted so badly to keep in launched too easily out of me.

"One." I choked out, I knew not to disobey him about counting, he never bluffed about handing out more pain.

Derek walked into the living room when I was barely breathing out the number five.

"Pass me that Derek." Stephen asked, I couldn't lift my head to look at what he had though, I had no strength left in me.

I didn't feel the burn at first, it seemed to grow after he lifted the now identifiable cigarette off my back. He would make me count to five with these as well, never going too far that I'd need hospitalising.

"Keep counting." He said as he dug the hot stick into my skin deeper.

I screamed out, begging him to stop, he never did.

........

"Alex! Wake up!" I was being shaken awake and I jumped up, instinctively pushing the person touching me away.

My face was wet with tears and I blinked to try to stop them while I looked over at Aiden, I'd clearly woken him up again with my screaming and felt even more uncomfortable that it was him who had to come and saved me, even from my nightmares.

"Sorry." I whispered.

He moved towards me and I quickly lifted my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. He halted before snorting unkindly.

"Oh that's right, you think I'm going to hurt you. Next time I'll just leave you then yeah." He went to leave and I scrambled out of the bed to stop him.

This time I wrapped my arms around his chest, leaning my body into his back.

"Please, I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't hurt me. Don't go." It was the complete opposite of how I'd felt earlier, but the nightmare had shook me and I didn't want to be alone. I also wanted to apologise and explain.

Before I'd managed to go to sleep, I rationalised that of course he would have been shocked at seeing my scarred back like that. I hoped the look on his face had been at the treatment I must have had to endure to receive the scars. I knew my earlier reaction was due to being self conscious and ashamed.

I felt him relax against me and turn me around so he was able to wrap his arms around me chest to chest.

He looked down at my still damp face and hitched breath before using his hands to softly wipe the tears away, then he touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, just waiting for me to calm my erratic heartbeat and breathing.

Once I was calm enough he lead me back towards the bed and sat down with me, knees bent touching mine and holding my hands on his legs he took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.