𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬

Chapter 20 - Rule five

Belle and Leo have grown so so much from the first couple chapters I love it <3

Belle's Pov : TW's violence, drinking, alcohol abuse.

(Flashback) - 5 Years ago.

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It was silent before the shouting resumed at "I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE FUCKING HIM, WHILE I STAYED HOME AND TOOK CARE OF YOUR DISPPOINTMENTS" Lily stroked my hair to soothe my crying.

"Shhh. Don't worry. It will all be over soon." Lily whispered as Oli sat on the floor, head in his hands. All we needed was to escape from this house.

Lily was able to save up enough and move, but when she was visiting for Christmas, it all came crashing down.

"DON'T YOU DARE ACCUSE ME OF THAT!" The shouting echoed around my head. Getting louder with each word.

Disappointment.

"SO WHAT KELLY?  YOU DOWNED A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY AND THEN FUCKED BEN?"

Lily shuddered at his name. Ben.

~ End of flashback ~

I woke up to an unfamiliar room, it was dark and stuffy and somehow.. warm?

Leo.

Well.. Leo's arms.

"Hey hey, What's wrong?" He sat upright and pulled me into his lap.

"Just a bad dream." I said as he brushed the hair out of my face.

I probably looked like a mess right now. I didn't even realize I was breathing heavily until I saw Leo's eyes. Looking at me as if I was crazy.

"You were shaking, and I couldn't tell if you were cold or crying. I was just worried." After controlling my breathing, I pulled back from him.

"Maxwell? You were worried about me? Ya big softie." I teased as he rolled his eyes.

"Sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong. Stop. Deflecting." This time I rolled my eyes and put my head down. If I looked at his eyes for even a second, I guarantee I would fold and tell him everything.

But I just got him, I don't wanna scare him off.

I ignored his sighing before he tilted my chin to look up at him.

"You don't want to know. Seriously." I reluctantly looked into his eyes and he shook his head as if he couldn't believe me.

"Baby. Anything that's stressing you out, stresses me out. Consider your worries, to also be mine. If it makes you feel any better I'll talk first." I nodded and he smiled.

"When I was 4... My dad wasn't a great guy to my mom. He would frequently hit her, I mean when you live in a tiny apartment with a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom all in 1, you run out of things to do...

So my dad resorted to abusing my mom. I don't remember a whole lot of it. But she left, wrote a note, put it on the counter, kissed me on the forehead and disappeared. I wish I could blame her but that's not fair.

If I had the opportunity to leave as well I would have, trust me." For once I looked straight into his eyes, I couldn't stop looking at him.

This was possibly the one and only time he would open up to me.

"So when she was gone, whenever my dad had pent up anger he couldn't release it. Thankfully I was too young to be beaten every night. But gradually over time I got older, as life goes. And he finally had a new shiny punching bag the day I turned seventeen.