Silent Prison (completed)

Please dont be done with me

Picture is of Beau
"Kid, hey kid, wake up." I open my eyes and I met by the sun. I turn and there a guy probably around the age of seventeen in a Target uniform shirt, kneeling down in front of me. "Kid what happened to you, did you get into a fight?" I try to stand up but I just fall back onto the pavement. "Hey don't get up, let me carry you in, your too weak to get up by yourself."
The guy that I soon learn is named Beau, sets me down on the sofa in the break room. "I'll get you a sandwich and some water from the vending machine." He comes back about five minutes later and asks me the question I was,praying he would forget.
"Kid what happened to you?" I pull out my phone and type as fast as I can, I saw him my phone. He looks at me funny but he takes my phone anyway phone.
"You were walking and you got jumped?" I nod hoping he believes my lie. "Why were you walking around, and what time were you walking around?" "Around three, I couldn't sleep." "We need to call the police." "No. No. It's fine, I just want to go home." "Okay let me just call my boss, then we will go." As we walk out of Target, Beau asks me a loaf of questions. Some I really prefer not to answer but some I do.
"So I notice that you don't talk. Why is that?" I stop and shake my head. "Oh I'm sorry, was that a really personal question?" I nod and continue walking. We walk in silence until he points to his car. I hop in, I know he's a stranger and what I'm doing trusting a stranger isn't the best or wisest decision but I feel that I can trust him. I pull out my headphone and blast my favorite song Rollin by Limp Bizkit. After twenty minutes we pull up into a parking lot that belongs to a restaurant.
"What are we doing here?" "I thought before I take you some I should at least get you some breakfast since you didn't eat your sandwich." "Thanks, Beau."
We walk into the restaurant and a waitress with red red lipstick shows us to a booth. We sit and the waitress hands us our menus. I look over the menu and find the cheapest and smallest item on the menu. Since I am still trying my best to lose ten pounds. I have already lost fifth teen pounds in the lag three weeks. I now weigh one hundred and two pounds, I'm still to fat.
"Are you two ready to order?" The waitress says staring at Beau like he's a god. "Yes, I would like the number six nut I would like my eggs scrambled." The waitress sees that Beau isn't interested in her and turns her attention to me. "And you sir?" She says bending down so that I am basically looking down her shirt. I point to the menu and look her straight in the eye. She writes down my order and leaves in a huff.
"I think we pissed her off, what do you think?" Beau says almost laughing, his laugh reminds me so much of Kylie's and his smile to.
"You know most guys would have flirted with her instead of ignoring her." Beau laughs so hard tears are running. Down his face. " Know but I was raised in a home with all girls so I was raised not to be a perv, what about you, you didn't look down her shirt."
"I have a girlfriend." "Oh who's the lucky girl?" "Her name is Kylie Richards." "Are you Skylar Quinn?" "Yea." "I'm Kylie's older brother, it's really nice to meet the guy that has stolen her heart and truly makes her happy." "It's nice to meet you as well. Did you know I was Kylie's boyfriend when you found me this morning in the parking lot?" "No. Nut I thought so she described you pretty well." Soon our food comes and we talk about anything and everything. I talk to him just like I do with Kylie, they are so easy to talk to.
After we finish eating we head back to his car and head to my house. "So how is Kylie and your relationship going?" "It's good, I'm actually surprised she deals with the fact that I don't talk." "Kylie really likes you." "Really?" "Yea, everyday she comes home and talk about you. You really make her happy, I haven't seen her this happy in years." "Was she sad?" "She became depressed after this one guy, she dated named Conner broke up with her. "Why would any guy break up with her?" "She told me he said he was only dating her because she's popular, and he wanted to be popular as well that's what he said."
As we pulled into my driveway the triplets and Blake all come running out the front door,to my side of the car. I step out and wave bye to Beau, he hands me his number and I give him mine. He backs out of the driveway and down the street. I look back to,y brothers and they all have shocked faces, except for Blake. Blake's face reads anger but sadness I know I'm so in trouble with him.
Paula and Matthew run down the stairs and hug me so tight I feel like I'm going to die. Paula places kisses all over my face, Matthew hugs me and rubs my back gently.
"Skylar, what on earth happened to you?" Matthew asks while Paula dabs rubbing alcohol on my cuts. I pull away in pain, and put my hand up to stop her. Blake walks up to me and whispers in my ear, "Skylar James Quinn, we are going to talk." I nod and follow Blake upstairs to our room, where I know I'm in serious trouble, Blake won't give me any sympathy at all.
Why Skylar, why?" Blake says with anger in his voice. I shrug and sit on my bed. "No. Tell me why? I'm sick and tired of you leaving then combing back hurt and not telling me why. You give me no choice." I look up to Blake and see that he is dead serious.
"You are not to go anywhere that I'm not. You are not to leave my sight. You are only to hang out with our friends and Kylie and her's. If I catch you with anyone else, we will have a serious talk." This isn't the serious talk? "But Bay..." "No. You are in trouble with me."
I try and walk away but Blake grabs my arm and pulls me toward him. I try once more to turn away but Blake tightens his grills my wrist. I feel tears running down my face. Blake let's go of my wrist only to see that it's completely covered in blood.
"Stop hurting yourself, I don't understand why Skylar. Just please stop, I'm done, I'm done with you doing this." "Im sorry. I promise, please don't be done with me, I'm sorry." I fall into Blake's chest and cry, I know I'm hurting him more than Im hurting myself, I really need to stop. Blake hugs me and strokes the back of my head running his hand through my hair.
"Skylar, I'm sorry for yelling it's just I don't want you to hurt yourself, I don't want to lose you, your all I have left." Blake coos and pulls back looking into my eyes. "Look at your face, I don't think Kylie will like your face full of cuts." We both laugh falling onto the floor, clenching our stomachs. These are the times that I love, I hate that Blake and I flight and that I worry him but we never stay upset at each other for long.