Painted In My Blood

Chapter 6: Broken Life Style.

Kander dragged me behind him. Throwing my limp body onto the mattress. I didn't bother moving, I couldn't. The wounds were to great, and I was well... I was weak.

   Kander didn't bother wasting anytime between then and now. He closed the door and left me bleeding. I added ten new broken bones and six stab wounds as most people would call them, to add to my collection. My clothes were stained scralet, and my body bared black and blue.

  I rolled onto my side, breathing in and out quickly. "We have to leave... Tonight, we must get away". I rolled my eyes, "Get the Hell out of my head" I screamed, slamming my fist into my skull. "I've tried everything... I can't escape, he'll always finds us" I cried. I was silent for a moment, and then I pushed myself slowly way from the small mattress. "Just go for the door".

    I ignored her request, carrying myself closer to the broken window. "Jump... We can make it". I broke off a piece of the glass, holding it in my hand. I wasn't meeting Kander's parents, I wasn't going to relive that memory. No matter how I felt about him, I had to leave or die trying. He couldn't love me and not hurt me, and I realized that.

    I turned the glass around in my hand, turning the pointy side toward myself. "What the Hell is wrong with you". "Don't be stupid". I laughed, "And you're idea of walking out of the door is better... Besides you're the one who suggested we kill our self now or tease him... And I don't see teasing him an option now" I mocked. "We might have a better chance out there". I pressed the glass into my chest, puncturing my heart. I left the glass inside only making my pain worse. My wolf gasped, "What have you done".

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  I could hear low voices and then the very familiar large footsteps. I pressed the glass deeper with the back of my hand. "You better hope were dead before he comes in to finish the job".
   I watched the blood drip to the edge of glass, dripping down to the floor boards.

   "Meadow... My parents will be here shortly, fix yourself up" Kander said before opening the door.

   I didn't react, my eyes were falling faster than expected. "What the Hell have you done" Kander yelled before kneeling down in front of me. I smirked, "I'm not meeting you're parents... Because I do not wish to be thrown around".

  Kander looked worried and it was kind of scaring me. "Mead... I was going to tell them the truth" Kander weeped. I tried to focus on what Kander had to say. "You're my Mate". I ignored him, "I could careless about what you are to me... When I died you'll be broken and you'll never find anyone else to love you".

   To tell you the truth I wanted to dig the glass deeper, that way no one could pull it back out, but something inside of me knew that if I died and Kander was broken, he wouldn't be complete... In which case I might also enjoy. "I'm sorry" he cried. I laughed, "Don't be, I'm not sorry one bit". Kander grabbed ahold of the glass, pinching ahold with his finger tips. I felt good inside, he was losing me but then I felt it, the pain and the suffering he was feeling because he was losing me. I pushed my lips together, "I'm not sorry".