Filling The Gap...

William

William

Fucking hell. She was a dead weight in my arms as I carry her up the stairs. Thankful her mother wasn't back so I wouldn't have to explain myself to why I am carrying her daughter up to her bedroom. Opening her bedroom door, I walk up the short amount of steps. There were to many steps in this house, it looking far different to how it was originally built when I was a boy. I hadn't planned on letting her see me, but when I had heard the screams, I knew something bad was happening. I could have killed him, I should of. Had I been a few minutes late he would have scarred her for life, that didn't mean his marks on her were gone. I saw the purple bruises that are indented in her arm. No one deserved this. Sure, I messed with her and freaked her out but I needed her and her family to leave. I would not stop till they were gone.

The thought of throwing Katie on the bed to wake her up crosses my mind, but I decide to give her a break, she had gone through enough today. Only knowing that the nightmares would follow her soon enough. Hating the fact that I just thought about her feelings. I was not the protector of this house, I was no hero who would save the innocent. I was just me.

Pulling back the duvet I gently place her down on to her bed. Covering her up, as her ripped shirt rides up exposing her flat pale bruised stomach. One side of her face more swollen than the other. He hit her. Clenching my fists, I turn around to go back downstairs but stopping when I hear her teeth chattering. It had been a long time since I had felt the cold or warmth in the air, little motions like this bringing me back to when I was still alive. She was lucky, she would get to live her life out but me I was stuck here. Wherever here was for me.

Why didn't she go back to school? Stupid girl. How did she even get into this mess in the first place? Maybe I was wrong about her, maybe she wasn't as boring as I imagined I thought she was. She's defiantly turned a few heads already. Especially the boy who's picked her up every morning since being here, making it blatantly obvious that he was into her. I knew the signs, I was no stranger to picking up women from my previous life. Her on the other hand, she was clueless. I could tell she had never been in a relationship before when I first laid my eyes on her.

She turns in her sleep, her body clamming up into a hot sweat. Looking at the time still having a couple of hours till have brother finished school, I walk over to the bathroom turning the handle for the bathtub as it begins to fill up with hot water. How long had she been outside? The tub was already over halfway full when I dip my fingers into it, nothing. I still felt nothing. Taking a deep breath, I walk back into the bedroom, Katie now sits at the edge of the bed. Her red eyes looking upwards at me.

"Your real."

Hadn't we already gone over this? Rolling my eyes, I move closer to her but slowing when she shifts backwards further onto the bed. Almost if she was frightened of me.

"You need to get warm quicker or you'll get sick."

Not really giving a fuck anymore when she puts her fingers out shakily in front shaping them into a cross as if it would ward me off like I was some kind of demon. Today was going to be a long day, walking over to the chair as sit down in it, crossing my left leg over on to my right knee.

"I would get in the bath before it goes cold. It will help with the bruises too. I imagine your mum will have a lot of questions when she gets home later."

She shifts slightly, not taking her eyesight off me.

"Are you real?"

What was real anymore? Everything seeming more fake the next day. I shrug my shoulders not really knowing what to respond. Her eyebrows narrow at me knowing she wasn't happy with the answers I was giving her. Leaning further back into the chair I run my fingers through my hair the wind making it even messier than it already was.

"So, Robbie was telling the truth?"

He had tried to tell her so many times but he just didn't understand that people wont believe in things that can't see for themselves though when she had asked me to take her phone from her to see if I was real I was half tempted to do it but my boredom won over. I had nothing to prove. I wasn't here to make any friends which is why I never apologized and ignored Robbie when he had asked me multiple times why I didn't take the phone from her when he was crying on his bed.

"Oh my god. You keyed Cameron's car!"

Oh shit. I laugh out loud almost completely forgetting about doing that. It wasn't anything personal I just thought it would be funny at the time, as I watched them through the windows whilst they were at school.

She moves forward, her feet resting flat on the floor as she pushes herself up. Sniffling as she slowly walks towards the bathroom but loosing her footing a few times as she leans against the wall.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

Her voice weaker than normal as she covers her mouth and coughs.

"Nope."

Popping the P more than usual, not moving in the slightest.

"I don't feel so good, I think- "

Her body slowly sliding down the wall as her legs give way. Fuck sake, did I have to do everything around here.

Getting up from the chair I move towards her. Moving my hands under both of her legs and behind her back, fighting her protest when she changes her mind telling me to get off her. Picking her up, her nails digging into my skin. Her body fighting me as I carry her into the bathroom, placing her on top of the bathroom counter I slowly undo the button her jeans. Her forehead resting on my shoulder as she slumps forward, her energy draining as her body tries to warm up. I know why she didn't want me to touch her, not being the fact that she thought I was some sort of demon but the fact that she nearly got raped by someone she barely knew.

Her breathing harsher when she leans more of her weight on me, not being able to keep herself up for much longer as I pull her jeans down and off her legs throwing them on to the floor. Picking her back up again but struggling when all she wants to do is go back to sleep but suddenly jerking awake when her toes dip into the water.

"Jesus!"

Her arms wrapping around my neck as she hangs on to dear life trying to get out of the water like some sort of monkey. But like the person I am, I pull her arms off me that water splashes over the tub drops soaking on to my top when she falls completely in.

"Bastard!"

Shouting as she pushes back the hair that covers her eyes, I lean back against the counter watching as her eyes close and relax in the hot water. I shouldn't be helping her, I shouldn't be helping anyone. The anger still bottled up within me, where was my help when I needed it? Did I not deserve that same fighting chance?