(chapter
three)
"I'm
sorry," I whimpered. I hated how my voice sounded. Weak. Weak
little girl.
"You're sorry?" Dean growled. I closed my eyes. Let this be
a dream. Just let me wake up from this nightmare.
I was on the floor in his room, curled into a ball. He
had already kicked me numerous times, I was sure that my ribs
were broken now. If the blinding pain that was coming from the
side of my body was any sign.
Dean leaned in close to my face, his face twisted in such rage
he looked like a monster.
"You told him didn't you? You told him!" he shouted so loudly I
jumped.
"Told him what?" I asked him, my eyes wide. The guy who'd asked
me my name smiled some more and I walked away before I caught
his name. I hadn't said a word to him.
Dean grabbed my wrists.
He raised his fist, ready to hit me. I flinched. His jaw
muscles clenched and unclenched.
When I saw his fist coming down hard and fast, I shook my
head. No. I ripped out of his grasp.
"Stop."
I'd never done this before. His eyes flared in fury and he
punched me so hard my ears started to ring. I felt blood in my
mouth. That's when I ran. I was panting by the time I got
outside, my sneakers slapping against the pavement, my heart
racing.
"You'll regret this!" he shouted after me, promise in his
voice. A promise I knew he'd keep.
But I couldn't worry about that now. I could only run and run
and run.
Car horns blared and I screamed, falling onto pavement and
scratching my hands. I spit blood out of my mouth and some
dribbled down my chin.
"Woah, oh my God. Oh my God." Someone was panicking. "I'm so
sorry. I swear if I saw you I would've..." the guy trailed off
when I looked up, and he squinted his eyes at me.
I wiped the blood with my sleeve.
"Haden?" It was the guy from earlier. Of course it was. I
rubbed a hand over my face roughly and winced when I hit the
bruise that Dean had made.
"Sorry," I said to him and then swallowed, pushing myself to my
feet.
I gasped when the pain in my ribs was blinding. I bent over,
sucking my cheeks in so I didn't start screaming.
"Haden? Hey... are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I spat out, harsher than I'd meant to.
I stood up again, my hand covering my eyes as I tried to hide
my tears.
I was just so, so tired.
"Are you okay..."
"I'm really fine," I said, forcing a smile. "I have to go
though." Where? Where would Dean not find me?
"I'm Seth, by the way," he said and I stared at him, my head
tilted slightly. It fit him. His dimples appeared.
Seth offered me a ride home, his hands deep in his pockets, his
crooked smile still on his face. It was almost comforting.
Warm. Safe. I shook my head, wondering where that thought came
from. I barely knew the guy.
I swallowed. "Yeah, okay."
And I climbed into his truck, one that had almost hit me,
thinking it wouldn't have been so bad if it did.
Hit me, I mean. I would never have to get beaten again. I
wouldn't be trapped in something I couldn't get out
of.
But then Seth smiled and his dimples deepened, and all my
negative thoughts were erased.
sorry boring, quick chapter before I go swimming with my
bestfriendssss (: comment on this if you want me to give you a
reminder (:
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