A Different Beginning

A Different Beginning ~ Part 6 ~ Updated: 12/25/14 Late Evening

A Different Beginning ~ Part 6 ~ Updated: 12/25/14 Late Evening 

I was in Victor’s lap in a blue room of a guy’s house who I didn’t really didn’t know. There were three other’s besides Victor in the house as well as a dog. My system was fried. I was breaking so many of rules my mother had set up that I really didn’t know what to do. I felt to afraid to move. My fingers found my lips and I played with them as the guys quietly talked around me. 

“Aggele mou what happened to your hands?” Silas whispered and I turned to the other and smiled softly. He was much calmer now and I was happy that he had relaxed.

“I fell last night in the street. It was an accident.” I put force behind the word looking directly at Kota whose eyes lit up and smiled understanding what I had meant. Silas watched the two of us for a second confused but Kota shook it off and Silas looked back to me with those deep brown eyes. 

Nathan laughed a little and sighed. “You are something else Sang. You really are. This girl scared the crap out of us in the forest earlier too. She was up in a tree and we didn’t even noticed.” Silas’s eyes widened stunned. 

“With those hands?” His eyes filled with concern and my eyes widened with shock, he cared. I bit my lip and looked over to Kota nervously wondering if I had really done something wrong but the boy’s were in their own world pulling me in with them. 

Kota nodded to Silas. “Max had jumped on her last night and she was to scared to come over to get bandaged up. It was an accident that we even bumped into her today in the forest. Good thing we did. She almost fell out of the tree.” 

My mouth popped open shocked. “I would have been fine.” 

Victor laughed a little and Nathan smirked. “Yeah I am sure you would have been.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh and smile at the males. They weren’t that bad at all. They were not normal… or at least what I thought was normal but they were comforting and warm, even Silas. Everything that my mother said they were not. My mother… oh crap! 

Spinning I noticed the clock on the TV box. 3:15. I had to go. Standing slowly. Victor shifted. “Sang?” He whispered confused. 

“Sorry..” I breathed slipping out of his reach. “I have to get home…” Rushing to the front of the house the boy’s followed. 

“Do you want us to walk you-“ 

“No.” I snapped as I opened the door. “No” I whispered dropping my eyes. “Thank you for bandaging me up…” And with that I rushed down the road and to my house. 

Carefully slipping in the back door and opening the door to my room, I ducked inside. My breath heavy I leaned against the door sliding down the side. Oh my god. What had I done? They were so nice. Gentle. Kind. Comforting. Gorgeous. I wanted to hit myself. Why hadn’t I stayed longer? I probably could have.  

I slowly crawled into my bed and curled up letting exhaustion take over. My body shook in the cool crisp sheets of my bed and secretly I missed the comfort of Victor’s warmth. 

What I woke to next was not something I would wish on anyone. The screaming of my mother in my ear and heavy hand coming down and hitting me right in the stomach hard and knocking the breath right out of me. 

Oh no not again.  

My brain was dazed still waking but begging at the same time. Please not again. I coughed really hard crying out trying to get air into my lungs. I tried to curl away and there were more punches and I fell onto the floor. A foot landed hard against my chest. I bit back tears as someone stepped on one of my bandaged hands. I bit my lips crying and sobbing knowing better than to call out to stop. 

It felt like forever but the pounding stopped and my mother grabbed me by my hair forcing my head up. “You little w***e. Your boyfriend called asking for you. European huh? Selling yourself too, are you? Have fun.” She whispered into my ears and let go of my hair slamming the door. 

Barely breathing I held my stomach and coddling my hand I carefully climbed back into my bed shaking hard. I didn’t sleep all night expecting my mother to come back into the room. Tears slipped down my face as I pulled myself over to my small window, about half way through the night, and watched outside as the wind blew the trees around. Sitting in my cage with my wings clipped I just watched the hours flick by.