"Where is it?" He yelled angrily as he stared down at my mom, "Where's it Grace?"
My mom let out a whimper as she shook her head, "I told you, we...we don't have it!"
That was a wrong answer because Jack kicked my mom right in the middle and she let out a painful moan but tried to get away from him. I glared at the man from where I was sitting on the floor in the living room with my hands clamped tightly against my three year old sister, Esmeralda's ears. I may be able to cover her ears and try to block the gory view from her with my body but Esme still had a good idea of what was going on, because she was crying, loudly.
"I need the money Gracie! I need it!" Jack yelled as clenched his fists and release them, no doubt agitated from whatever high he was on.
"I told you Jack! I don't have any more money!" My mom said louder this time as she leaned up to stare at my Jack, "You took it all, remember? You fucking took it all! You took it all" She screeched at my father as she began hitting him with her fists which I'm sure did nothing, because my father was huge and also strong.
"Get off me you cunt!" Jack picked up my mom and threw her across the room where her head hit the wall.
"MOM!" I yelled as her body went limp from the impact.
She wasn't moving! She wasn't moving! I panicked staring at my mom in fear while trying to hold Esmerelda who was wailing louder this time when she saw what happened to our mom.
The noise prompted my dad to turn his head towards us, "YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" he yelled at Esmeralda who just continued crying but she clutched me tighter.
"Don't yell at her!" I yelled at Jack whose eyes grew wide at that.
"What did you just say to me punk?"
"I said don't yell at her!" I repeated glaring at him this time.
My dad let out a chuckle as he stared at me in disbelief, "Think you growing a pair of balls Eh?" He asked looking at me with his hands on his waist but I continued glaring at him.
With a scoff my dad crossed the room to come towards us and I could hear my heart beat pound so loud in my chest, I wonder if he could hear it too. My dad stopped in front of us and stared at me. Even though my chest was beating fast, I still glared at my father who wore an annoying smirk on his face.
"So? I asked if you got balls?" He asked me and I fisted my hands by my side, fuming in anger, "Don't fucking look at me like that!" Before I knew it a hard punch hit me square on the jaw as I collapsed on the ground.
A wince escapes my lips from the impact, I was still sore from the beating I took from him yesterday and on top of that we had a football match today. I was just so weak and tired, tired of it all.
"Fucking ungrateful cunt!" Jack marched towards me and even though I hated it, my whole body tensed up with fear, "Now listen to me boy, you going to fetch me my money!"
"We don't have anything! You took it all you fucking junkie now get off me!" I spat at my father while struggling to get away from him.
My dad laughed then the next thing he head butted me. I went down to the floor wincing in pain as I cupped my bleeding nose. Somewhere behind my dad, Esmeralda yelled, no doubt terrified for me. I was also terrified for myself, there was just no stopping this man! I thought to myself as I managed to glare at Jack who pulled me up by my collar.
"Let's try this again son!" He snarled at me, "Now you are going to fetch me my money, or I'll lock you up in the fucking closet!"
No! No! Not the closet! Not the closet! I tried to conceal my fear but Jack must have seen it because he grinned at that.
"Yeah sonny, the closet, you always hated closed spaces you fucking little bitch" He said smiling as if he was proud of himself, "Now where's my money?" He yelled causing spittle to fly all over my face.
I grabbed his hands which were still grabbing me tightly by the collar and I looked at him, staring directly into his drug glazed eyes, "I told you Jack, we don't have it! You fucking spent it all!"
"Alright that's it!" Jack yelled then started dragging me even though I tried to protest, "You are coming with me!" He started to drag me towards his room, into his closet!
"No, no, no!" I struggled against my dad, "No, let me go! Let me go you fucking bastard!" I thrashed against him and I didn't care if I was sounding like a little bitch, I just didn't want to go into the closet! I'd take a thousand beating from him anyway but I didn't want to go into the closet! Please God!
"Stop struggling you fucker!" He yelled at me as he opened the door to his room but I didn't answer and I just continued struggling, which was pointless. He was so fucking strong.
He was about to throw me inside the room when I saw a flash of dark hair rush towards us and she started hitting my dad with her wooden toy! Esmeralda!
"What the fuck?" Jack spat as he stared down at Esmeralda who just continues to hit him and then she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his leg.
"Motherfucker!" Jack cursed and hit Esmeralda across on her face and she went down to the ground.
"Esme!" I yelled staring at my sister in fear and that fear immediately turned to anger.
Using all my strength I pushed myself up from the ground and delivered a blow to Jack's face but before my fist could connect with his face, he grabbed my hand and delivered a punch of his own hitting me square in the jaw.
"Fucking bastard! Think you can take on me, huh?" He yelled as he walked towards me where I laid on the ground next to Esme, who now has pink bruise on her cheek.
"Come here!" Jack pulled me towards him and started raining punches on my face. I raised my hands to protect myself but my skinny arms were no match for Jack's burly fist. He continues to rain punches on my face, my nose, my mouth, my eyes which were already starting to get swollen shut.
This was it! I thought to myself, I was going to die! I thought as I coughed up blood and by this time Esmerelda already resumed her crying. I turned to look at her and she was crying so hard, her whole face was already a shade of pink!
I tried to smile at her, anything to assure her that it was fine and it was going to be okay but as I opened my mouth to speak Jack delivered one final blow and instead of words, blood and a tooth cane out of my mouth. It wasn't going to be okay! I was going to die! I was going to die! I thought to myself. Suddenly, my dad stopped hitting me, instead he was yelling something about ungrateful brats and stolen money, but I was too far gone to hear a word he was saying.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" A voice suddenly yelled.
It sounded loud and firm and...familiar. I opened my eyes and of course there she was. Abigail Howard stood just opposite from my father and I and she was pointing a pepper spray at Jack. I am pretty sure if I wasn't beaten up so badly and my mouth destroyed, I would have laughed at the sight of her skinny five foot frame, her round glasses, her pigtails and her pink pyjamas as she pointed a pepper spray at my father, I mean come on.
Jack turned to look at Abigail with raised eyebrows, "The fuck are you?"
"Abigail and I'm his friend!" Again, the urge to laugh was so strong, I ended up coughing up blood instead.
Friends? We weren't friends! Okay maybe we were but that was when we were kids who didn't have any fucking care in the world. We grew up and as we did we grew apart, became strangers even though we do go to the same school but that doesn't even make us friends and she knows it.
Abigail said still pointing the pepper spray at Jack who let out a laugh at that, "Get away from him now!"
"Go away from here girl, this doesn't concern you."
"But it does and if you don't do as I say, the police will arrest you" Abigail informed Jack and I blinked up at that.
"What police?" Jack asked. Yeah, what police?
Just then, we heard the loud sound of a siren wailing in the distance, the police! She had called the police! Abigail fucking Howard!
"You dumb bitch!" Jack yelled a panicked look on his face as he ran away, pushing Abigail who fell on the ground and my dipshit of a father jumped over her body so as to get away from the police.
Abigail winced as she stood up, "Oh my God Nicholas!" She rushed towards me cradling my face in her laps.
I blinked up at her through my swollen eyes and I noticed her glasses was crooked to the side and one of them was cracked! Fucker broke her glasses!
"E...Esme" I wheezed turning my head to look over at my sister who was still crying.
"Oh right" Abigail rushed over to Esmerelda and carried her in her arms. I watched as she hugged Esme tightly and cooed sweet words at her, trying to stop her from crying and it worked because Esme was just sniffing now.
I was still watching them when the police barged in with their guns but my dad must was already long gone, it was just us. Very soon the ambulance arrived and my mom was placed on a stretcher, she was still breathing thankfully. I was carried outside and made to sit at the back of the ambulance with my mom.
Abigail was standing in front of a policeman who had a notepad in his arms and he nodded her head to what she was saying, jotting it down.
She saved me! She was the last person I had expect to come save me. I wasn't expecting anyone at all but she showed up! Her, Abigail fucking Howard! I thought to myself as I watched her give her statement to the policeman.As if sensing me watch her, Abigail turned to look at me. She had taken off her glasses now and she was staring at me with those clear green eyes of hers. A small smile graced her lips as she continued to look at me. I didn't smile back, I couldn't even if I wanted to and I regretted not doing it, because that was the last time I ever saw her!
When I came back from the hospital along with my mom and sister, I went back to school the next day hoping to see a skinny brown haired girl with green eyes hidden behind a large frame of glasses but she was gone, I finally found out she transferred schools. Abigail was gone and she left me... Alone!
Taylor's swift voice singing to 'Welcome to New York' blared from my headphones as I stood in front of the University, New York University! I finally made it! The school of my dreams! I've waited so long to get my application from NYU, it was so bad I'd wake up around midnight to check my email and see if I had gotten an admission letter. After waiting for weeks, I later saw that I had been accepted to study literary studies in NYU much to my parents happiness and now I'm finally here. I wheeled my suitcase to my apartment in St George Clark hall. I met a couple of first year students like me in the hallway. Some of them smiled at me and I returned it, others focused on moving their stuff into their apartment and some even came with their parents. I smiled wistfully at a student whose mom was fussing over and asking if she packed some extra blankets because of the cold. I wished my parents too could have followed me but the flight expenses and all. Shaking my head out of wistful tho
Carlacia and I sat on the couch with a tub of vanilla ice cream and two packets of Oreo. We decided to watch a movie on the television and relax after unpacking and setting up our rooms. We were halfway through the movie when we heard a knock on the door. Carlacia and I stared at the door, then at each other. "You expecting somebody?" I asked her.Carlacia frowned as she shook her head, "Not at all."We both stood up and walked towards the door carefully. I looked at Carlacia who nodded her head at me and I opened the door, only to find a guy dressed in a pink hoodie and a pair of jean trousers standing outside. "Oh look it's the hallway girls!" The boy squealed excitedly while I raised my eyebrows up in confusion. "The who girls?" Carlacia asked cocking her eyebrows up in confusion. The boy waved it off, "You know, your mini welcome party in the hallway? Everyone's talking about it and that's what they are calling you now, the hallway girls.""Yeah, I don't think I want to be cal
She was here! Abigail Howard! I'd recognize her anywhere, those green eyes of hers, her smile, the sound of her laugh! I couldn't believe that she was right here in my house. The moment she entered the house and began dancing was when I saw her. I was in the kitchen watching her dance with her friends, or at least I hope one of them was. The Bieber wanna be guy that was dancing too close to her made me want to go over there and punch him in his smug face. I didn't even know she came to NYU, I didn't know she got in! Looking at her from the kitchen everything about her seems different. She had grown into a woman now, no longer the stiff skinny fourteen year old girl with glasses, now she had curves in the right places and she seems more confident and very beautiful, in that innocent kind of way. I know I wasn't the only one who thought that too, every warm blooded guy in this place thought so, the way they circled around her like flies proved it but she paid them no heed. I wonder if
(14 years ago)I played with my doll on the playground during recess in school. It was the new barbie doll that came out last week which they advertised on television and I asked my parents to get for me. I smiled as I brushed the doll's hair and twirled her around in her pink glittery dress. I was still playing with the doll when suddenly it was snatched from me. I looked up only to find Billy Evans, the big bully in our class standing in front of me a smirk on his face. "What have we got here?" Billy asked twirling the doll in his hand. I stood up from the ground, "Give it back Billy.""No, it's mine now!" Billy said tucking the doll in his arms. "No, it isn't!" I said looking at him in confusion, "It's mine!""Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Billy sneered at me as he waved the doll in front of me but then the arm suddenly fell off, he broke it!"Oopsies." Billy said with mock sympathy and just like that, I snapped. I sat down on the sand and started wailing loudly, n
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. It was just the same routine for me. Wake up, go to class, the library, then come back home to sleep. I declined all invites to hangout with Carlacia and Trevor. Even though they repeatedly ask if I was okay, I tell them the same thing, that I was fine but I know they knew I was lying. I was sitting one day in the dining hall eating a sandwich with a can of soda when suddenly two trays of food slammed in front of me. Startled, I looked up to see Carlacia and Trevor standing in front of me. "Alright fess up." Carlacia said as she sat down on the bench with Trevor, "What the hell is wrong with you?"I immediately pulled a smile on my face, "Hey guys, what's up? I'm absolutely fine and I....""Girl, don't play with us." Trevor cut me off before I could lie to them again, "We know you not fine so don't you lie to us, besides you've had that look all week.""Look? What look?" I asked looking at both of them with a puzzled look on my face. "Like yo
Shit! How could I have forgotten Nicholas was claustrophobic? I chastised myself as I stared at Nick who was now hobbled on the floor, still panicking. I needed to calm him down but how? I asked myself still staring at Nick who looked like he was having trouble breathing. Deciding to do something with it, I moved towards him. "Hey, hey, Nic, look at me." I urged as I knelt in front of him but he wasn't looking at me, "Come on Nic, look at me" I tried again but I don't think he could hear me because his eyes looked like he was somewhere else and I knew exactly where that was. I wasn't going to let him win. "NICHOLAS!" I yelled this time and that got his attention, "Look at me, it's not real okay, it's not real" I told him and he was shaking his head, his lips moving but forming no words. I reached for him again, grabbing his hands. "He is not here, he can't get to you." I told him and he seemed to be looking at me with uncertainty. "I won't let him, okay? I promise." I told him and
Trevor found Carlacia and I jobs at the bar where his boyfriend's uncle works. The bar is called 'Marty's' which was written in front of the bar in a big bright neon sign. We were so excited for our jobs. Though working in a bar isn't the first idea I would look for a part time job, but the pay was very good. If I gather enough money, I should be able to get myself a new phone by the end of the week. It was a busy Saturday night and my friends and I were working our butts off. We get a lot of customers during weekends, so it was a full house. Some of the customers flirts with us but Carlacia and I turn them down. Carlacia loves the attention she gets though. She flirts with them but I notice when it gets to serious, she turns them down immediately. "You know you are leading them on, right?" I asked Carlacia who was winking at a blonde haired guy who grinned at her from his table.Not taking her eyes off from the guy she answered. "It's not my fault they keep coming back."I smiled at
NICHOLAS Pain. I crave pain like an addict would crave drugs. It's a feeling I was also used to. I've gotten so used to it to the extent I go numb, It doesn't hurt anymore. I got used to the pain ever since Jack, my dipshit of a father smacks me around when I was little. I've learnt how not to feel pain and at the same time I needed the pain because pain is much better than having feelings. I used to lock myself up in a room and inflict pain on myself. Even when my dad was gone, I still needed the pain. My mom caught me one day when I was busy burning my arm with a lighter. The next day, she took me to a therapist who told me other ways I could feel pain without actually hurting myself. He suggest some exercises for me but my favourite of them was the punching bag. I'd punch the bag till my knuckles hurts and my blood roared in my head. I got some sparring partners but that quickly ended. Apparently, my fighting could get a little intense sometimes. Fucking pussies, they didn't und
Oh my God! Nicholas was kissing me!He was kissing me! And goddamn he could kiss!His lips were pressed firmly against mine as we moved in perfect sync. I moaned when Nicholas angled my head so he could kiss me better and I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him closer to me. Nicholas let our groan from his chest as he suddenly pushed me back against the couch not breaking the kiss. His lips were soft but they kissed me firmly. Our tongues danced with each other, exploring each other's taste."Abigail." Nicholas breathed out my name as he moved to my neck.I gasped as Nicholas assaulted my neck with kisses. I fisted my shirt in his hands as he pressed himself against me, careful not to let his all his weight rest on me."Ahhh Nic..." | breathed out when he reached up to cup my breast, swiping his thumb across my nipple. They were super sensitive to his touch, in fact my whole body was. Nicholas returned back to kissing me and I moaned as I brought my legs up needing him close to him
Nicholas didn't come home and we didn't know where he went either. I tried calling him several times but he didn't pick and soon I was directed to the voicemail. We cleared out the food and the garden then went outside to go and wait for Nicholas but he didn't show up. We were all worried and I have no idea where he could have gone."You...you don't think he went back to New York, do you?" Gavin asked as we waited outside for Nicholas.I shook my head at him. "No, no, Nicholas wouldn't do that."Grace nodded her head at me. "Yeah, he wouldn't leave her behind at least." She motioned to me and I frowned but didn't say anything."Alright then, I'll ask some of the guys to be on the look out for him." Gavin suggested but I shook my head at him."Please don't do that." I told him, "He will come back. Just...just give him the space he needs."Grace sighed warily. "She's right Gavin, just don't worry about it.""Okay, just call me when he gets back." Gavin said pulling Grace into his arms.G
ABIGAILIt was almost evening when Gavin showed up. We decided to have our food outside in the garden. We had decorated the garden before Gavin showed up. We had brought out some flowers to put on the table to make it pretty. Next we had decorated the whole garden with string bulbs. It was very beautiful. Gavin was a man in his mid forties. He was actually cute. He had a blonde buzz cut and we'll trimmed beard. He had startling blue eyes and he had dimples whenever he smiled. When he showed up I had to admit I was a little wary of him at first. I love Grace like she was my mother and I'll do anything to protect her. But Gavin came and brought her a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine with him. He was also nervous when he took in the full house and I saw the way he looks at Grace when she wasn't looking. I knew right then that he was okay, not like I had any say in it though. I turned to look at Nicholas who had been surprisingly quiet after the announcement. I keep expecting hi
Turns out where Nicholas wanted me to go with him was to his house. Today was his mother, Grace's birthday and I wished he had told me earlier so I could have gotten her a gift or Esmerelda. It's been years since we last saw each other and I didn't want to show up without a gift. But Nicholas assured me it was fine. That Grace and Esmerelda just wanted to see me. Trevor and Carlacia made a fuss about dressing me and what I should wear. They had ransacked my wardrobe till they finally found the perfect dress for my date, even though I had told them repeatedly it wasn't a date. They didn't answer me and dressed me up instead. I was dressed in a thin strap white gown with blue flowery patterns on it. The gown complimented my figure and it stopped somewhere around the knees. It also had a small slit at the front. I wore a pair of white socks and white sneakers. Carlacia had done my hair, she had made it so my brown hair cascaded in waves down my back. Trevor had helped with the makeup,
ABIGAILMy friends all stared at me with their mouths agape. It was a free lecture day and we were busy lazying around in our room when Carlacia questioned me about Kincaid. Trevor also decided to ask the question too. I knew I couldn't hide it from them anymore so I decided to tell them. Though I omitted some truths about Nicholas's past. It wasn't my story to tell."So let me get this straight, yeah?" Carlacia asked, "Kincaid is the guy you grew up with when you were little but you guys got separated because you had to transfer to another school and now you guys are finally back together, schooling in the same university?""I think that pretty much sums about everything." I nodded my head at her while she blinked at me."Holy shit!" Carlacia cursed taking in the information.Trevor turned to look at me. "Wow, but why did u not tell us about this? That you knew each other."I shifted nervously on my seat, not sure how to answer that. "We weren't exactly on good terms, we are still no
"What? Kincaid?""What does he want with her?""You know this guy Abby?"All around me the questions were asked by my friends. But I just stood still, my fists clenched. I raised my eyes only to see the bouncer was waiting for my answer while shooting a bored look at my friends who were still interrogating him."I'll go." I announced surprising my friends.Ryan let out a gasp. "What? Abby you can't be serious."I turned to shoot him a small smile. "I am. I'll go see him.""Fuck this." Carlacia cursed from behind me as she stood in front of the bouncer. "If she goes, we are coming with." She said with a note of finality in her tone and my other friends nodded their heads in agreement.The bouncer merely arched a brow up at us. "Miss Abigail Howard was the one who Kincaid requested for. If you all are so eager to meet him, I suggest you book a ticket.""Why you fucking big headed..." Carlacia spat moving towards the bouncer but I pulled her back before she makes a huge mistake."It's ok
NICHOLAS Pain. I crave pain like an addict would crave drugs. It's a feeling I was also used to. I've gotten so used to it to the extent I go numb, It doesn't hurt anymore. I got used to the pain ever since Jack, my dipshit of a father smacks me around when I was little. I've learnt how not to feel pain and at the same time I needed the pain because pain is much better than having feelings. I used to lock myself up in a room and inflict pain on myself. Even when my dad was gone, I still needed the pain. My mom caught me one day when I was busy burning my arm with a lighter. The next day, she took me to a therapist who told me other ways I could feel pain without actually hurting myself. He suggest some exercises for me but my favourite of them was the punching bag. I'd punch the bag till my knuckles hurts and my blood roared in my head. I got some sparring partners but that quickly ended. Apparently, my fighting could get a little intense sometimes. Fucking pussies, they didn't und
Trevor found Carlacia and I jobs at the bar where his boyfriend's uncle works. The bar is called 'Marty's' which was written in front of the bar in a big bright neon sign. We were so excited for our jobs. Though working in a bar isn't the first idea I would look for a part time job, but the pay was very good. If I gather enough money, I should be able to get myself a new phone by the end of the week. It was a busy Saturday night and my friends and I were working our butts off. We get a lot of customers during weekends, so it was a full house. Some of the customers flirts with us but Carlacia and I turn them down. Carlacia loves the attention she gets though. She flirts with them but I notice when it gets to serious, she turns them down immediately. "You know you are leading them on, right?" I asked Carlacia who was winking at a blonde haired guy who grinned at her from his table.Not taking her eyes off from the guy she answered. "It's not my fault they keep coming back."I smiled at
Shit! How could I have forgotten Nicholas was claustrophobic? I chastised myself as I stared at Nick who was now hobbled on the floor, still panicking. I needed to calm him down but how? I asked myself still staring at Nick who looked like he was having trouble breathing. Deciding to do something with it, I moved towards him. "Hey, hey, Nic, look at me." I urged as I knelt in front of him but he wasn't looking at me, "Come on Nic, look at me" I tried again but I don't think he could hear me because his eyes looked like he was somewhere else and I knew exactly where that was. I wasn't going to let him win. "NICHOLAS!" I yelled this time and that got his attention, "Look at me, it's not real okay, it's not real" I told him and he was shaking his head, his lips moving but forming no words. I reached for him again, grabbing his hands. "He is not here, he can't get to you." I told him and he seemed to be looking at me with uncertainty. "I won't let him, okay? I promise." I told him and