Love under the Moon...

Chapter Three: The last straw

[A/N: THIS CHAPTER HAS LOTS OF VIOLENCE AND A VERY MILD SEX SCENE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

I was thrown against the wall. Pain ran up my back and to my neck. I held back the tears, but I couldn't hide my fear. I sharply breathed in, the thin glass that was my lungs felt like it shattered to a million sharp blades cutting my insides to look like ground chuck. I know this was gonna happen, again. I looked up at my step father. Anger flooded his dark eyes. His hands were in fists and I just sat against the wall, shaking in fear.
"What the hell were you doing, girl?" hissed father.
I didn't answer, because I didn't have one. He grabbed me by the neck, slamming me against the wall. I could hardly breath from the pain. He squeezed his fist slightly.
"I asked you a question, now answer it!"
I still didn't answer. Not giving my father an answer was the last thing you wanted to do. But, I still couldn't give him an answer.
"Don't wanna talk, huh? Fine."
He slapped me across the face. I felt the sharp pain from the hit. The pain worse then being shoot. Slowly tears fell from my eyes. I wanted to get away, I needed to get away. I kicked at him, hitting him in his balls. He let go of my neck long enough for me to run. I tried to run to the stairs, but my brothers were in the way. I ran and ducked under there flying arms. They grabbed at me, but I was quicker. I ran up the stairs, trying to get to my room. The only place here that was safe for me. I got to the top of the stairs and slammed my door shut. I locked it and ran to my bed. I stayed in the corner of my bed, keeping my eyes on the door.
I heard yelling from downstairs. I heard them run to the door. I could hear my father yelling at me. A loud sound came from the door and it flew open. My father walked quickly toward me, pulling me by my hair.
My father drug me by my hair out to the front of the house and into the dark night of the south. My hair hurt so much as he pulled me out to the opening by the side of the house. I could see the barn and then the kitchen window. I tried not to scream at the pain. Tears rolled down my face. He throw me against the ground, yelling at me. I still didn't listen to him, I just laid there crying. He kicked me in my stomach.
"LOOK AT ME!" he screamed at me.
I still didn't look at him. I knew this all too well. If I do, I'm gonna get my teeth kicked in, but it would end sooner. I just laid there, not moving.
"I SAID LOOK AT ME YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!"
He kicked me in my face, and kicked me again. He kicked me in my stomach, causing blood to come up. He repeatedly kicked and hit me all over my body. Shaking me and throwing me across the ground. He just hit and kicked me all over my body, over and over again. Kicking in my face with his huge foot. He hit me, causing a cracking in my rips.
He was trying to make me cry, to make me beg for the beating to stop. I didn't try to fight back like I always did. I didn't even let a tear fall down my dirt covered, bruised face. I just held it inside, not letting them know how much it really hurt inside. The beating felt like it went on for hours.
The Beating wasn't what hurt, not even the mental pain that was hurting me the most. The worst part is Jack, he was just standing there, watching nothing. He stood there, emotionless and watching me get beat by his father. I love Jackson, but he doesn't care that much about me to even try to stop the beating. He just cared about being like his brothers and trying to fit in with them.
My step-father stopped and backed up from me after a while. I just laid on the ground, not crying, but staring into the dark, looming corn fields. They just stood there watching me as I slowly breathed in and out, not making a sound. They were talking to each other. They thought my unmoving body had finally taken in its last breath of the spring season and all the glorious smells that came with the flowers of Georgia.
I laid there a little while longer, trying to decide what I should do. Finally, I pushed myself off the ground. I stood on shaking twigs, trying to keep the wind from blowing away the tiny branches. I began to walk toward the house in a zombie like daze. My brothers and father stood in shock, not moving an inch as they looked at me.
"How can she even move after that?" asked my oldest brother, Jason.
"I don't... Know..." said Jackson.
I keep walking. I couldn't feel anything but pain. But it was a little pain, a small pain. I walked into the house. I made my way up to my room and into my bathroom. I stripped of my now dirty tank top and shorts. I turned the hot water on and climbed in.

I crumpled to the shower floor and laid against the wall in the shower. I could feel the hot mist on my skin. Water trickled down my face. The water and my tears mixed together as they fall down my face feeling like a boiling ocean. It felt like hours that I sat in the shower.
"Boo?" whispered an all too familiar voice.
I couldn't bring myself to move. I didn't want to open the door and see him standing there. I didn't want to have to see his face as he apologizes once again. I loved Jackson and knew why he did what he did, but I couldn't face him.
"Boo... I'm sorry I didn't help. The boys held me back and I knew it was wrong not to say anything. I just... I don't know why I did it, but I hope you are okay. I left you a present on your bed... Good night, Autumn."
I could hear his feet retreat out of my bedroom and into the hall. I heard the close of my door. I sat there for just a little while longer. The water finally ran cold, so I crawled out of the tub. I put my lotion on my legs and arms, my deodorant, and brushed my hair. I stood looking in the mirror for a moment, waiting for my body to dry completely.
I put on my underwear, bra, black long sleeved shirt, my blue and black dress, black skinny jeans, and my black sneakers, taking my nice outfit off before I got my brutal beating in the yard. I let my hair fall freely down my back. I applied some black mascara and a thin line of eyeliner under my bottom eyelashes. Putting my black cross earrings in, I notice my lip ring wasn't in. I reached into my jewelry box and pulled out a black horseshoe piercing.
I looked at myself, sighing.
"Why am I here? Why didn't I die with daddy, mama, and Bow..." I whispered to myself.
I walked into my room, going over to my bed. I pulled out my small, cameo messenger bag and my cameo backpack from under my bed. I stuffed my sketchbook, notebook, pencil case, phone charger and headphones, off my stand into the messenger bag. I also picked up my small notepad, journal, my charm box, my picture album, and my sunglasses, stuffing them into the small bag. I go over to my desk and pick up my survival kit. It has my black pocket knife, knife sharpener, compass, needle, medical string, gaze, and medical tape. Going to my closet I grab my long skull shirt, some cotton shorts, and some clean under clothing from my night stand. I also grab an extra pair of black jeans and my Nirvana shirt. Walking back over to my bed, I shove everything else into my backpack.
I was reaching for my survival kit and my hand bumped into something silky. I looked down at the bed, noticing a small box. I picked up the small box, turning it over to study. It was a small black box wrapped in a ocean blue ribbon. I untied the ribbon and opened the box.
"Jackson..." I whispered.
A small pendant sat inside the box. It had a silver chain attached to the pendant. It was an Onyx heart with wings made of Silver. I flipped over the charm and saw words on the back. I read the engraved quote out loud, "In a perfect world a Broken Heart would be fixed...". Tears welled in my eyes. It was me and Jackson's saying.
I held the pendant to my chest, holding back my tears. I breathed in a sharp breath and put on the necklace. Whipping away the tears, I put my bags on my rocking chair by the window and walked over to my door.