Alone I'm Broken, But With You I'm Complete [ A Paul love and Imprint story]

Chapter 12 Are Fault Isn't it?

Chapter 12 Are Fault Isn't it?

He returned the smile as I could feel his arm tighten around my shoulder. You could tell not many people knew what he was going to tell me. "Alright here goes" He took a deep breath before he carried on. "My dad was a drunk and my mum had problems… big problems" He took another deep breath. Which was telling me this was really hard for him to tell me his story.

I put my arm around his waist and proper snuggled my head on his shoulder trying to comfort him.

"As I got older my dad started to get worse hitting my mum, me and my older sister Kate by two years. I always tried to hide Kate in the basement so he couldn't hurt her when he was angry or just felt it. But to protect my mum as well, since she still had her mental issues. I put myself out in the open."

"You must really love them" I said stating it.

"I do love my mum and I…I would of done anything for Kate" he said almost like he was reliving it all. I knew he was going through it all over again. Since I had had that face on so many times in my entire life before.

"What do you mean Paul? When you say would have" I asked not getting a good feeling in my stomach about the way he was talking about Kate in past tense, as if she was dead.

"Rachel" He said incredibly out of character. "When I was sixteen the night before my seventeenth birthday and she was nineteen. . She started to caught on to what I was doing, me getting hurt and she being safely hidden. So one night she tricked me and I was in the basement safe and sound and she was up stairs out in the open." his voice sounded vulnerable and as he talked more it got even more vulnerable. "I wish it would have been another night she'd done it. Any other night. Because that night it was the worst night to of done it." he said it so badly, that I didn't even know if I wanted to know how it ends. "He was the drunkest he'd ever been. Which meant he was the most dangerous night to be near him. I heard screaming and screaming that night. I tried and I tried that night to get out of the basement. But of course it was no use. I but her in their in the first place, because it was the bestest and the most hardest place to get out of. All night it never stopped. Just screaming after screaming until finely the house went silent!"

I looked up at him my face unreadable, because I had no idea what to say.

"I've never forgotten that night. I never could. I never did gave up trying and I couldn't let myself fell asleep. Eventually the door was broken down by the folks police men. They gave me pity looks. The first thing I asked was where's Kate. They gave me sad looks and just said I needed to come down to the station to say what happened. But I didn't of course I wouldn't just go wherever they wanted me to go. When my sister could be anywhere and seriously hurt. So I told them No! I wanted them to tell me how my sister was. That was when we walked past the living room door. But something wasn't right! Something was wrong! I could see a girl's legs poking out of the living room behind the couch. When they saw me looking they tried to block the view, no doubt trying to save me from the picture I would and will never be able to forget. But I pushed them away and ran to where the body was." he said as if he was going to cry. "And there her body lay"

"I can't even think about seeing some one like that, never mind someone I more than care about" I tightly gave him a hug. Knowing that's all he wanted, no words needing to be said.

"I can't forget her face expression. Her eyes had purple bruises and were so wide showing she was mortified. Their were dried blood in her hair. Her neck was swollen and black like the rest of her body with many big cuts and broken bones. The image can never be a raised from my mind just stuck like…. I can't even explain it"

"I know, you don't need to try to explain I know what it's like it was the same with my mum, just in a different way" I said trying to make it easer for him. Without being like the others who judge, feel sorry and pity us.

"You don't understand" he said starting to get a little frustrated. "It's my fault! I should have done something! I just let her get hurt? I let her die!"

"No! It is not you fault. How can you think that Paul? It is your dad's fault. Not yours!"

"I said turning around so fast that his arm was pushed right of my shoulder and looked at him straight in the eye.

"Yes it it! How is it not Rachel? You know what it's like? It is mine and it will always be" he said pulling at his hair in hatred. Which showed he meant everything he had said.

I looked down since I didn't know how to respond to that. He saw me and gave a sad smile and slung his arm back around me. Like he regretted saying that. Knowing the thoughts that I had actuary been managing to forget the worst, for the time being out of my head. It was as if we connected on a higher level than anyone we had both ever met before…and…and that terrified me.

I grabbed his face making his eyes look directly into mine. "You listen to me Paul. It is not your fault. What happened to the people we loved was not our fault." I said with as much confidence and belief as I could do. Even thou I didn't even believe a word of it myself. And nether did he.

"Come on Rachel" he said it with humour. " You can't sell me that" he said it like there wasn't a point in trying to convince him. "I've made, an done attempt, at what you're trying to do and believe me it never works even if the other person believes for even a second"

"But that doesn't mean we should give up in trying to help that person, does it?" I asked him in question. Hoping that I'd get the answer I'd been hoping for. But as I looked at him, I realized he'd given up on that a long long time ago. He had struggled with what happened with his family for so long, that it's just became seconded nature and lost even the tiniest bit of hope he ever had about it not being his fault.

... Just like me.

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Next chapters, I'm going to try to talk more about their past and Why? Paul is the way he is.

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