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"Would you still look at me in the same way if you saw that I'm just a worthless human being. Would you waste time on trying to help me or would you leave?"

 Would you waste time on trying to help me or would you leave?"

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Aiden was quiet the entire ride home and it made me jittery. He would occasionally touch his jaw and then hiss in pain, but he never spoke. There was a part of me that smirked in satisfaction at that.

As soon as we reached the house, he didn't pull or yank me out of the car. I got out on my own and my legs were wobbly. I was scared. He had never been this deadly silent.

As we walked in the house, he was still silent, never uttering a word. What was wrong with him? He sat down on the couch in the living room and I fearfully stood at the farthest corner of the room from him. He had his head down and was staring at the floor. Then he started speaking.

"Blaze. Come on. Sit down" his voice was eerily calm. When I didn't comply, he stared deep in my eyes as if challenging me to disobey once again. I sat down, keeping some distance between us and he didn't say a word. "I thought I had made it clear that I didn't want you around him" he said. I could hear no anger in his voice. What was going on?

"I told him to back off, but he kept following me" I told him. This was one of the few times I talked to him without stuttering. "Baby I'm the one who's been there with you, now haven't I? He may seem like a pretty boy but remember that we've been through everything together, now haven't we?" he stared into my eyes and my hands started shivering at his change of mood. I clasped my hands together to stop them from shaking. This wasn't Aiden. He never talked to me like this. He winced again at the pain in his jaw.

I stood up to get an ice pack. He roughly pulled me down. "Did I tell you to get up?" He muttered. He was starting to act more and more scary. Why was he not angry? "I'm sorry. How do you know Summer?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. My eyes widened at what I had said and I started apologizing profusely but he cut me off with a hand in the air. I finally saw an emotion in his eyes. All the anger from earlier rushed back in and he was going to lash out. I knew from experience.

He rubbed his eyebrows and then slapped me out of nowhere. I shielded my face while continuing to apologize. As if it was going to make it stop. "You don't ask shit to me? You get that? You answer my questions and not the other way around" he began yelling and threw a punch to my stomach. I felt pain shoot through my chest as he kicked me in the ribs. "This is just the beginning, sweetheart." He growled in my ear. But the way he said it scared me. Rafael would never do this. I was thinking about him again, despite not wanting to. Aiden kept on hitting me but my mind was on Rafael.

He was different. He was pushing his way into my life, and I couldn't deny it anymore. I wanted to let him in. I was brought back to reality as Aiden picked me up and punched my face, inevitably giving me a bruise on my cheek. I tried to shield my face but he pulled my hands down. "He'll never want to see your ugly face again once I'm done with you" he continued thrashing me and I could barely breathe as he landed kick after kick to my torso. The surprising thing was he never hurt me enough as to send me to a hospital. I never had a broken bone that needed professional help.

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