One in a million

Bruised | 5 |

"They would lock me in the cell-type room, in our basement, sometimes they wouldn't feed me for days,  but they never missed a day of hitting me" I whispered as I continue to hold onto his arm

"But for my birthday...one year, they didn't hit me once, just slapped me, that was a good day" I continue, but I Ignore h/n's body tensing with each word I speak,

"In my sleep...when I would be half awake, my father would do, Ummm—things I never want to relive, even with talking about, then sometimes my parents would wake me up and I'd be cuffed covered in blood, with no way to escape while they punched and had their fun with me" I finish what I can physically relive through the memories before I start trembling again,

"Jesus Christ" I hear him whisper, along with some choice words about my parents

"You won't go through that again, you hear me? I won't allow that to happen to you ever again" he speaks, and I can hear the promise in his voice

"I'll be right here when you wake up, or if you have another nightmare, and each time you'll see that your parents can't get to you anymore" he speaks quietly

I nod, and scoot closer, he lifts his arm away so I can move my head onto his chest, I don't know why I feel so safe next to him,

But I don't question it as my body relaxes, allowing me to sleep in a safer environment, making me feel more comfortable than I ever have.

His pov

I stay awake as she sleeps, no longer able to relax after what she's confessed to me,

What kind of parents treats their children that way? It's unbelievable and I don't even want to begin to think about everything she has to endure,

I look at her, asleep on my chest, and my heart hurts for this beautiful girl.

I decide to make a call "hey...I need you to get my beach house in Hawaii ready, I'm going to stay there for a while" I end the call and patiently wait for her to wake up,

And seven hours later, she stirs and groans and then shifts on my chest,

"You okay?" I ask

She shakes her head "ribs hurt" she mumbles

"We'll have a doctor check them out in Hawaii"

"What?" Her nose scrunches, and I completely ignore the way my mind thinks of the word cute when she does that.

"We're going to live at my beach house there for a while, and we can figure out the options of what to do about your parents from a far distance"

"That's really far away from them...and here" she nods as she whispers the words to herself, she has the smallest smile...of possible hope.

I can tell that hope is scary for her, with the possibility that it might not work out...

But I will guard this girl with my life, I know that in my heart, she won't ever be hurt again by her parents, or even have to look over her shoulder In fear.