Adopted by Hamilton

Chapter 133 - Nightmare

I woke up to feel light stinging pain on my forehead, I opened my eyes to see Nick, sitting on my bed, dabbing a cloth with hydrogen peroxide on it, on my forehead.

"Hi Princess." He smiled at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"My dad, uh, he threw a bottle at your head, it's bleeding." He said, pulling the cloth away, "I'm sorry." He said softly, grabbing gauze.

"No, Nick, don't be sorry, thank you so much, no ones really cared enough to help before." I admitted.

"Really?" He asked, pressing the gauze against my head. "I'm sorry Princess." He said, grabbing medical tape.

"I'm sorry for asking, but, uh, is your dad always like that?" I asked nervously.

"Only when he's drunk." Nick sighed, taping the gauze to my forehead.

"Does he do it to you too?" I asked, to which Nick sighed and rolled his sleeve up to show a green-ish bruise on his upper arm. "Nick," I breathed, "I'm sorry." I sat up in bed, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Thanks Abigail." His fingers played with the ends of my hair. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" He asked, to which I nodded. "Okay Princess, where?" I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt a bit, only a couple inches. "Oh gosh, you need ice." He said, his fingers brushing the bruising. "Follow me Princess." He stood up and took my hand, pulling me out of bed. He walked me downstairs and into the kitchen. He opened the freezer and pulled out an ice pack.

"I don't need that, you do." I said, as he lifted my shirt and pressed the ice pack wrap to my stomach.

"Trust me Princess, I can take care of myself." He said, wrapping the pack around my torso, reaching around me to velcro it in the back. When he finished, he let my shirt fall over the bulky wrap.

"You shouldn't have to." I said, then he smirked, a strange glint in his eye, which to be honest scared me. "Uh, you okay?" I asked, moving away from him a bit.

"Oh, uh, yeah, can you do me a favor?" He asked to which I nodded. "Hope up on the counter." He said, that same smirk plastered on his face.

"Okay." I said, putting my hands behind me on the counter and pushing myself up onto it.

"You picked a great day to wear a skirt Princess." He referred to the pink skater skirt the came about halfway down my thigh. My heart rate quickened as I felt his hands slip up my legs, and eventually up my skirt, he rubbed my thigh the tiniest bit, then I slapped him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, fear in my voice. "I'm sorry I shouldn't've hit you." I nervously wrapped my arms around myself.

"Yeah, you shouldn't've." He gripped my upper arm, and yanked me off the counter, I painfully collided with the floor.

"Nick." I started, my voice cracking in fear.

"Shut. Up." He growled, and punched me, as he did I let out a scream. "I said shut up." I disregarded that and screamed a second time, he clasped his hand over my mouth, and kneed me harshly. Without the ability to scream, I whimpered through his hand.

"Mija, Mija, you're dreaming, please sweetheart, stop screaming, please, baby, wake up." I opened my eyes to see Lin holding my shoulders shaking me.

"I'm sorry Lin." I said, embarrassed, and upset with myself.

"It's fine, it's fine." He ran his hand through his hair, "get up. We need to talk." He took my hand and pulled me up.

"Lin, no, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, I really, I'm sorry. I know it's obnoxious, I wish I could stop it, if I could I swear I would. I'm so sorry." I was rambling until he cut me off.