Survival [completed]

Surprise Visits

It's been a few hours since my parents have left for work and I have been crying non-stop. The pain from my body and fingers were a contributing factor. Also the thought of being tied up scared me and I kept thinking what was going to happen, will I ever be able to go out? What if I can never go out on my own? Will I ever be able to see Tristan again? What if they home-school me? I could never stand that. My parents seemed to be getting more paranoid. That was bad. This would mean they'd take drastic measures. But what was making them so paranoid? My father mentioned it was a good thing he had tied me up...but why? Who were they hiding me from?

I was so engrossed in curling up in a ball and crying, I hadn't notcied the sounds from outside my window or my head. I hadn't even noticed when the window slid up and the intruder enter. I was seated against my bed which was just below my window. My back was facing the window. I only noticed I wasn't alone when the bed dipped behind me and a pair of legs in jeans stood before me. I gasped and looked up fear grabbing my heart in its strong grip. I look up through my tears and this time the intruder took the form of my bestfriend slash boyfriend gasps. 

"Star...What the..." He gasps shocked at probably the bruise on my face.

"Tri...What-...How-" I tried to formulate a sentence. But Tristan was on the floor next to me and pulling me into his lap. I couldn't resisit cause part of me had always wanted to be there since Friday night. It was safe there. 

"Baby...please, I'm begging you now, tell me what's going on. Please. I can't stand this. You going MIA for so long and then having bruises all over and looking like this. It's not normal. I hate to see you hurt at all. So please." Tristan begs me. His eyes full of concern and worry. 

I look at him and more tears formulate in my eyes. "No one, will believe me...and I'm scared. You'll leave me." I cry. 

Tristan gently cups my face and strokes my face, "Sweetheart, all I want to do now is beat the crap out of whoever who did this to you, but I won't  cause you will never lie unless it's to protect someone. So I'm asking you to tell me the truth so I can lie to protect the same person. And I will believe you cause you're my best friend for starters and secondly, you're my girlfriend. So whatever you say is and always will be true. Not only that. I promise, I just want to know...." Tristan pleads with me and his blue eyes are filled with shock and love for me, I crumble more. I see that he means each and every word that he has said and I knew and felt that I could trust him. 

"You-you promise to not leave me? You're gonna hate me...." I say nervously. I feel like a five-year-old whose been caught in a naughty act. 

"Baby, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. Life without you is unimaginable. I mean I need you in it. You have to be there for me to be able to do what I'm doing on a daily basis. I wake up with a smile just because I know that you're still in my life." Tristan tells me. "As for the hating, you're more or less un-hatable. Anyone who hates you has no brains." 

"Him...m-" I try to tell Tristan but I can't bring myself to do it. "My-" I try again and fail as tears continue rolling down my cheeks. 

"Star....my baby....you don't have to be scared he can't hurt you now, I'm here. I won't let him. I promise." Tristan says as he carresses my cheeks. 

"My father" I blurt out.

I feel Tristan's chest stand still for a while and the silence is almost deafening. I hear soft growl build in his chest before he speaks, "That ass hole did this to you?" Tristan asks his voice full of venom. 

I look down afraid. 

Tristan holds me as I cry, it felt good to say it out. It wasn't much or with detail but it was something. seven years and I finally was able to say it out loud. I don't know what changed today, but I wasn't so afraid or reserved to tell Tristan. I wanted to tell him despite the small reservations. 

"Sweetheart, tell me please. Let it out. Let it all out and tell me everything." Tristan urges me softly, his voice masking the hatred and anger I know is building in his chest. 

I look at him and then realise that, I do want to tell him. I want him to know everything about me. I wanted him to stay yet I was sick of lying to him too. So yes, I was going to tell him. But I had to first reign in the tears. They were falling like a dam had broken. This was definitely not the end of it either. I sniffed and steeled myself to relive the past seven years as I told Tristan the whole and complete truth. No cover-ups, nothing. 

Pure, raw, honest, truth.