Explosion

Chapter 2

The video above or to the side is Headband by B.o.b ft. 2 Chainz (clean version) Kinda didn't have to think that hard about the content of this chapter but I might have to for the next chapter so it might be a few days or more to finish the next chapter. Vote and Comment on this story please!

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"Abby, I'm home babes," I hear Cole call out through the house. I dash behind the wall to hide from him. I really need to get upstairs but he stands in my way. "Abby? You home? I got all of the stuff you wrote down on the list this week! I even got chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream for you!" I hear his heavy foot steps fall faster showing thart he's rushing around more. I can NOT be seen like this, my abusive father just stopped by for a little "chat." It was a conversation including his fists and ended with some bruises and blood. I luckily cleaned up the blood on the hard wood floors before Cole got home but I didn't have time to jump in the shower and apply makeup to hide my bruises. I know that if I get caught in my current state Cole will get really mad and I don't have a cover story. I hear his footsteps in the kitchen and I hurry silently across the hall and up the steps. I take the steps two at a time and land in our room. I rip off my shirt and jeans to inspect for bruises or cuts to find a huge purple-black bruise stretched across my stomach. Further inspection revealed a small bruise on my shoulder blade and a long, thin mark on my shin. I also find a small cut on my cheek bone and another small incision on my upper lip.

"Crap," I mutter to myself as I hear Cole ascending the steps. I rapidly throw on my clothes, praying that there is no blood on them, and step out of the bathroom just as Cole steps into our room. "Oh, hey Cole! How was your day?" I say with mock shock. I rapid fire check things off in my mind. Cleaned myself up, cleaned the floor? Done and done. Throw away the bloody towel? Fudge. Where did you leave it Abby? Think, think... oh no! I left it in the kitchen sink. I realize that Cole probably saw it and I try to come up with an explaination for it. Should I just tell him? No, its not that bad yet.

"Earth to Abby? Hello? Anyone there?" Cole jokes. I look up into his green eyes and find genuine concern in them. "Abby, why was there a bloody towel in the sink?" he questions me.

"Um..." I trail off. "I um... fell and scraped my shin really bad. It only just broke my skin and bled for a long time, it's all ok now though," I finish as I grab his coller before cupping his face in my hands. I stare into his eyes and I can tell he didn't buy my excuse but there is a stronger look of lust and releif in his green orbs showing that he wants to believe me. I know he wont let it go and silently curse myself because I cant show him a scab, just multiple bruises.

"Abby? Why do you lie to me about these things?" my boyfriend says with a look of hurt on his features and a pout that I have always had a weakess for. I try to come up with a defense but quickly give up and decide to tell him the truth.

"Ok, Cole? Will you love me no matter what?"

"Why wouldn't I? I will love you forever," he grabs my hands and continues, "I will never leave you alone in this world or any other world, no matter what," he brings our hands up to his lips and plants a small kiss on my knuckles.

"Promise?" I ask, sticking a pinky out for a pinky promise. I know, cheesy right? It's a thing we have, we pinky promise on everything. He intertwines our pinky's and promises me. "Ok, so my dad he um... he beats me." I say it bluntly hoping he wont isolate me like everyone else did when they found out.

"Oh Abby," he bursts into tears and I rush to him, pulling him close to my body. I sit us down on the bed, backs resting against the headboard as he sobs into my shoulder. Most people would expect the roles to be reversed but I expected this exact thing to happen. I knew when I played this situation in my head, first he would just sob and sob. Next he will gush over how strong I must be. Then, the rage will fight its way in and take over his system. I know, I just know that he will take out his anger on my father and it will not end well. Sure, Cole is strong, but he doesn't have a thirst and a love for blood. My dad will do anything to get someone to lay on the floor under him with blood marking them. Cole will not do that, he isn't that type of person. "Abby, you are the most brave and strong person I know. How you have gone your whole life being abused over and over again while still being happy is insane. How you've even put up with it this long is incredible and I will never stop feeling guilty for not protecting my baby," he breaks into tears again at the end of this.