Dangerous Love ~A Sodapop Curtis Love Story~

~Chapter Fifteen~

Kylie's Pov
   I opened the house door and walked in. My mom and dad weren't in the living room like they usually are. Something is up, I thought to myself. I heard someone coming downstairs so I turned my head. I realized it was Samuel. He noticed me and got faster. He walked up to me and pushed me into the couch. "Ouch! Stop it Samuel!" I screamed at him. "I won't unless you tell me you'll break up with him," he said through gritted teeth. I looked straight in his eyes. "Never," I spat. He raised his fist and punched my gut. My mom came running out of her room. "What is all this racket?" Then she looked at me. "Henry! Hurry! Samuel get off of her!" She shouted. My dad came running in. Samuel didn't stop hitting me. My dad pulled him off and looked at me. "Run, Kylie! Run!" He screamed. I ran as fast as I could to my car. I barely had time to lock the door before he tried to open it. I put it in reverse and then sped away to Soda's house. Tears were flooding my eyes. It was getting hard to see where I was driving. I pulled up into Soda's neighborhood and stopped on the side of the road. I quickly wiped my eyes and continued towards their house. Once I got there, I jumped out and ran into the house. I opened the door and shut it as quick as I could, pushing my back against the door. I looked around the room. Everyone besides Darry was gone. Darry jumped up and ran over to me. "What's wrong?" He said and then noticed the bruises and cuts on my face. "Who did this?" My voice was weak and faint, but I tried my hardest to answer. "S. Sss. Samuel," I finally spit out. He clenched his fists and he had a look of anger. He looked out the window and then back at me. The anger went away and faded into sorrow. "Are you ok?" I nodded. "The cuts sting a bit," I said. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit. "Sit on the couch." I did what he said and he slowly began to bandage all my cuts. He grabbed some ice and put it on a bruise that lined my cheek. "Thank you." He nodded and went for the door. "Where are you going?" I asked quietly. He turned to look at me. "I'm gonna get the boys. I'll be back." Before I could say anything, he left out the door. I laid my head back on the couch and waited. About 30 minutes past by before Soda ran through the front door. "Oh my god! Ky, are you ok?" He said freaking out. I just nodded. "Is this the first time?" I shook my head. It had happened before. I usually just don't tell people. Not even my parents. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have protected you," he said beginning to cry. I looked down. Tears slipping down my cheeks. "I don't want you hurt. I love you," I said to him. He smiled a bit, but it faded quickly. He shook his head. "If I get hurt, I get hurt. At least they don't hurt you." I shook my head. "You won't get hurt because of me. I can deal with my own pain, not the pain of getting you killed," I said, barely being able to say it. "I'm sorry. Kylie, I love you. But I can't let you get hurt. And if it means I ruin myself, I'll do it. For you. Because I am so in love with you. No words can describe my love for you. But if you get hurt and I lose you because you were dating me, I wouldn't survive. At least I'll know you are ok," he said, crying at each word. I shook my head. Tears not stopping. "Don't do it. Please. Don't do it," I pleaded. He looked me in the eyes. "Kylie, I love you, but I can't date you. I'm sorry. I can't let you get hurt," he said crying as much as I was. I shook my head. Please no. Please don't. I can't. I jumped up and ran out the door. I hopped in my car and drove back to my house. I was gonna blow. I ran through the door and went up to Samuel. I spun him around and punched him right in the face. "You piece of shit! You ruined everything!" I yelled in his face. He was holding his hand to where I hit him. His face got red and he stared into my eyes. "Don't ever talk to me like that!" He snapped back. He kicked me in the stomach and I collapsed. He began kicking me and kicking me over and over again. I felt dizzy and nauseous. He stopped and I looked up. He pulled his blade out of his pocket and flipped it open. His arm moved and I knew he was about to kill me. All I did was close my eyes.