Chapter 3

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Chapter 3:

My head was down, while I examined the pavement relentlessly. I couldn't ignore the pang in my chest as I relived Trey's earlier words. They projected through my mind thoroughly. The image continuously flashed of him with such concentration and devotion.

So, the minute the bell shrilled, I was out the door. I was going to the one place where I knew I would be safe, and just think. It was like a routine, I didn't even have to look to know where I was going.

I passed through the familiar meadow of flowers, automatically my body relaxed. The stress flowed out in a river method, with each step further more and more released. As my fingertips caressed the branches, it was as if it was sucking out all negativity.

The invincible feeling was back.

As I stepped out, the cliffs were in full view along with the steady lake it made the smile break out on my face. Setting myself down easily on the side of the boardwalk, I gradually pulled off my shoes. Testing the water with my toe, it was thankfully somewhat warm.

I giggled softly at the feel of the fish swimming around my feet, once in a while stopping and grasping air.

"I knew I would find you here," I didn't have to spare a glance to know who it was, his husky voice was enough. I said nothing in response, except continued to gaze into the crystal clear water, sparing the fish a look.

"Isn't it funny how when we think, it's always in our own special place," He pointed out, while easily setting himself next to me. His legs were bent in front of him, with his hands rested loosely on his knees.

"When I was little," he began in the middle of rubbing his nose with the corner of his thumb, "I used to come here with my sister. We used to go swimming, but we had to be straight back before dinner. If we didn't, there would be trouble, by trouble, I mean big trouble."

He was quiet so I thought he wouldn't be saying anymore, regardless, I stayed silent. I knew whatever it was that was coming, it was serious. Something a lot of people never knew about him, something deep to him. I pushed aside the slight pride that consumed my well-being. Anyone would be proud to grasp such personal information, it was a reassuring gesture.

"Lexis, used to be so scared." He recalled, in his deep train of thought. Gazing off into the distance, it was like I wasn't there, just as if he was telling himself. "He used to be so angry, furious. The veins would pop out noticeably in his neck, and his face would be laced in red."

"Even if we were three seconds late, it would mean consequences." He let out a strangled laugh, letting his head sway with no emotion. I didn't know what to do, so I did what I did best, stayed silent. I analysed every move, every breathe he dared. It was a habit, I had to know people. I longed to be able to understand the feelings of another person.

Only because I didn't understand my own, the inner voice shouted at me and it wasn't lying. I believed it, I knew that was the truth, but it killed me. It tore me apart that I knew I didn't know how I even felt myself.

"Some would be so extreme, the punishments, I mean." He told me, quickly glancing at me to gather a reaction, once he seen I had none, he continued. "A lot of times it would be a belt, or maybe a bottle. Except, when he got irritated with us, it would be a stick. I got it all, thankfully. She was so young it would break her. If I was there, I would do everything to stop her from enduring that pain."

I nodded in response, not really able to function what he was saying. I never expected anything that brutal. I said nothing just resumed to looking deep into the lake.

"That's my story," He finished off with a light chuckle, as if he went through nothing, just like it affected him in no way.

But I knew it did.

I played back and forth with my feet, smirking to myself. How did I get in this position with the famous Trey? What did I do to get Trey to trust me?

"What are you smirking at?" He asked me loudly, clearly curious as to what I was finding funny.

"It's weird how things turn out isn't it?"

"Extremely," he agreed.

* * *

I was only just after arriving home, when it started, it went from such a relaxing day to this, and I was furious.

"What are you doing home, you useless bitch?" My mother screamed at me, it made my blood boil. I wanted to scream and scream until I couldn't anymore. I did my very best to ignore her, screaming at me, she was drunk, it didn't matter. She didn't mean it. That's what I tried convincing myself of, but I knew deep down, she meant every word.

This time it wasn't Gary who was with her, this time it was a random person, just another random loser. He himself was tanked up in alcohol staggering along after her, he had a summer hat on, in winter, as to why I was still unsure. He was eye level with me, and he looked like he was full with something else too.

"Get out of my house," I flung my finger towards the front door, I was furious, unable to think straight with anger. My head was full with vicious thoughts they swarmed around me like I was food.

He started chuckling out of complete utter drunkenness, "I like you," he had said, "you're pretty." The look he gave me, made my insides explode with fury. It made my blood boil that he even gave me a good look over.

"Okay, now leave,"

My mother was stood directly behind him staring over his shoulder, seeing as my mother was a lot taller than him it wasn't hard. Her teeth were grinding against one another, and I knew she was starting to get immensely aggressive when drinking, but it still got my rage pounding.

"Sorry about this Aidan," She directed at the man in front of her, as if I was the disgrace there, did she not see that what she was doing, it was in no way a parent should behave.

I'm not sure what it was about that but it notched up my rage a level. It was as if she was saying I was the one in the wrong. Whatever inch of respect I had left for this woman it evaporated, just like that it was gone. I no longer viewed her as the guardian. I lived up to more responsibility than she was ever used to.

"I said get the fuck out of my house!" I bellowed at the unknown man who was standing in the hall of my house. My temper was after starting. Whatever bit of calmness was there, it was gone.

He seemed to gather that I was losing my patience, and grabbed his hoodie off the radiator. Carefully he began buttoning up his jeans, so obviously she was already after settling the deal. The echo of my front door slammed shut, and that was all that was playing in my ears.

Once he was out of sight she lost her cool, her fake nice façade. Her arms snapped up to my own, and she forcefully shoved me against the hall table. My spine collided with the back of the chair and it sent a shock right through my body.

"You little tramp, you have no use for no one. You are such a nuisance, you shouldn't have even been born," She didn't even give it five minutes to settle in, when she slapped me full force right across my cheek. To say I was stunned was an understatement.

I snapped.

For many reasons I snapped, one she had some man in my house, two she said so much hurtful things, three she shoved me against the table with intention of hurting me, four she just slapped me as if it was the most normal thing ever done.

I gathered every bit of strength I had, and shoved her back against the wall, "Fuck you, you are acting like a whore!" I screamed in reply, silently coaxing myself to keep it together.

I wanted to burst out crying I really did, but I knew I had to be strong. So instead I didn't, I unstably held myself together. Before, there was any reply from her I burst out through the door. Out, so I could endure new fresh air, soothe my lungs, release everything. My pants came out in short breaths, I was panicking, and I didn't know what I could do.

So, I did the only thing I thought of, I took off sprinting, sprinting to the only place I knew everything would be okay. Quicker than I could even imagine, I was there, helplessly banging on the front door.

When he pulled open the door, his hair was tossed with sleep, and his eyes were squinting out at me. He was only wearing his boxer shorts, and lazily he brought his hand up to scratch his head in complete confusion at the sight of me, "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help."

* * *

He scratched his head once again, not really understanding what I was doing on his door step. As I hyperventilated thinking that he wouldn't even help me, just like everyone else. The door swung full open, inviting me in, "Come in," He said while standing to the side.

I cautiously took a step in, glancing stiffly around, looking at everything, searching for something, anything. I could physically feel my shoulders hunch in anticipation. When I faced him, I found that he analysing me intently. He was looking at something specific. Subconsciously, I raised my palm to cover my right cheek, only then remembering the full force slap, I unwillingly endured.

His face gradually contorted into rage, which was clear by the way his eyebrows furrowed and his shoulders stiffened. His absentminded stretched his fingers, over and over again.

"Who slapped you?" He forcefully asked me, taking a long stride towards me.

Instead of answering, I nervously glanced around his hallway. My eyes darted in all angles of the room, anywhere but in his eyes. His hand loosely trailed up to my cheek, and gently rubbed it, carefully. I had no other choice but to stare directly at him, he was not going to let me off easily.

'You little tramp, you have no use for no one. You are such a nuisance you shouldn't have even been born,' the words echoed in my head, and I winced.

"Talk to me," he pleaded, even his eyes were portraying his desperate need to help me. I leaned into his comforting touch it partly relaxed my emotions which were on an uncomfortable high. They were so tossed, in a complete mess.

"There is nothing to talk about,"

I could physically see the frustration flare on his face, his nostrils expanded as he released a deep breath, I was annoying him. Good, I thought, annoyance I can handle, caring I can't. I couldn't even process my thoughts when he pulled on a sweat pants that was resting on the radiator next to him along with a jacket.

He took the driveway in long strides to his car which was parked directly outside his house, "Where are you going?" I shouted after him.

He didn't answer, just climbed into his jeep, that's when I knew I had no other choice but join him. My heart was racing with anxiety and my shoes padded against the pavement, as I panted loudly climbing into his jeep.

"Where are we going?" I asked him again, and once again I wasn't gifted with the honour of realising where we were going. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, and his hands were red with force. His teeth were tightly clenched, while he stared directly in front of him.

He turned his head so his beautifully lit hazel eyes were staring directly at me, only then did I realise we were at a red light. He gathered his right hand and softly stroked the cheek with the mark, and transferred his attention back to the road.

I couldn't help but notice the hitch of my breath when his hand came into contact with my cheek. My breath was stuck, and I desperately tried to ignore the tingling feeling of satisfaction he left me with. I felt cared for.

My relaxed body didn't last long when I noticed that he was turning down my street, then the panic began, "No, no, turn around, please don't," I profoundly begged, I was struggling to keep myself together, I couldn't do this, "Why, why are you doing this?"

"You won't tell me who is hurting you, so I'm going to find out myself."

I could feel the tears of frustration threatening to fall, but I stubbornly held them in check. The racing of my heart picked up immensely, and I could feel my whole body shake with anxiousness of the events that were about to follow, "Please turn back, please Trey."

At first I thought he would cave, the way his features softened at my pleading tone, but instead his stone face was back, "No can do Maggie, I'm going to find out who is hurting you." Just then he pulled into my driveway, and the palpitations became more intense.

Straight away, he climbed out of the jeep and stormed up to the front door. I jumped out after him and frantically followed behind him. The door was magnified in my vision it was as if it was the only thing that stayed in my vision. It made me nervous it twisted my insides with each further step towards the door.

I knew it was getting closer the oncoming events were nearer, just in a fraction of reach.

"Please stop, just please, don't go in." I profoundly begged, desperation engulfing every bit of pride I had left.

He turned his head down to face me directly, just for a moment he seemed to warm and feel some remorse for my obvious desperation, but just like that it was gone. He was also determined. The second his knuckles raised to come in contact with the door, my heart halted, the silence bounced around my ears, except for them clear two knocks.

They electrified.

Thankfully, there was no answer, none. I was thankful, until he pried the door wide open, and I for once looked in on the hostile place that I was obligated to call home, instead of looking out at the freedom, I was deprived of.

He didn't even question the decision to barge in the door, when my mother refrained from answering. The minute I caught a fraction of sound, I panicked, she was home. An alluring giggle echoed through the house, letting me know she wasn't alone.

The usual indolent walls looked somehow even less appealing than before. They just perceived the war that was about to break loose. It was a catastrophe. I tried gravely once more to less intrigue him by tugging numerous times on his arm once again it was no use. I was done, over.

His head slighted tilted towards the sound of my mother's playful giggles. As soon as he recognised it as a woman's voice, I could see he was piecing the puzzle together. He knew.

He silently grabbed my hand in his and gave me a deep sadness sigh. All I could do in response was hang my head in shame, now everyone would find out how much of a fuck up I am.

Now everyone will gift me with pure remorse, as if they could even reverse the events that were already after taking their course, no one could.

"Don't," I spat through my teeth, I didn't want his pity, I didn't want anything he had to offer, but he still did. I ripped my hand from his, slightly furious that he would actually ignore my requests and still invade in my privacy.

My life.

For a moment, genuine disappointed flashed across his features, until as fast as it was there it was gone. He didn't take long wavering on my obvious fury, as he resumed to finding my mother.

Before he had the chance to reach the sitting room, I barged through him shoving him forcefully out of the way, which provided me with a high definition view of what my mother was up to, with another new man.

"Oh no, oh god no," I hysterically begged quietly to myself, "not now."

I couldn't help it, I lost whatever fraction of nerves I had left and agilely whipped around and did my very best to try and shove him away from the doorway, but he wasn't moving.

I could feel every millimetre of his chest tense it vibrated the whole way through his body, his fists tightly bunched up as his shoulders took a defensive posture.

"You can't see this, you can't, leave please," I hysterically continued to beg, while gradually beginning to feel the wobbly quiver of my lips. He took hold of my hands that were still continuing to push at his chest, and softly intertwined them with his, to put some kind of halt to the unnatural shaking they were beginning to take on.

His bottomless hazel eyes stared down at me with such admiration it made me stop just to question what it was over. He was hunch down over me to stare me directly in the eye.

While he searched my eyes for something, he daintily leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to my forehead, while mumbling, "I'm here now, you're not in this alone." As soon as the words were out, his warmth was departed just while he shifted.

Turning around, I spotted him taking a step closer towards my mother and the man. His shoulders fully thrown out, given the impression he was willing to go to all extremes. To be honest looking at him, I was slightly fearful.

My mother only seemed to pull away from injecting the heroin, and only then noticed that there was a boy, no man, towering over her and the imbecile that was also there. Her pupils were so diluted that I was beginning to think her eyes were going to bounce out of her head.

The corners of her lips tilted upwards to form a smirk, "Is she going to be your slut for tonight?"

I knew that was a breaking point, so I did the first thing my instincts told me, "Come on, we will just go." I tugged at his arm, no use. He just shoved off my grip.

He said nothing, his only response was silence, but she continued.

"She is good for that, good just being a slut." It was a struggle to even remotely take her serious by the way she couldn't even see straight while making the point.

His jaw began trickling.

"She is worthless after all, good for nothing." She dug the hole, along with the laugh the imbecile left out. I wasn't going to lie and say I felt nothing, because I did. It's hurt a lot. I mean, I already knew it was true, but for your own mother to actually say it, hurt.

His fingers dug deep into his palms threatening for the blood to fall.

Her attention now turned to me as she directed the conversation now at me, "Oh baby, I'm sorry did that hurt? Do you want to take my friend here to help make it better?" Her unfocused eyes glanced at the man next to her, who was now taking his own shot of heroin. She provided him with a slanted smirk, which he more than happily returned.

His shoulders hunched over even more, if it was even possible.

"Because my friend would be more than likely be honoured to help you out, when your friend over here drops you, seriously." She told me with a huge grin, just like she loved this, she loved insulting her own daughter, it made her feel enormous.

I was just about to resort to giving it all back to her, letting her know how much of a piece of shit mother she has been, when Trey had already got there.

When I looked once again, the man was rolling along the floor clutching his nose which was pumping heaps of blood. Looking at Treys knuckles it was obvious what had just broke out.

I was shocked, shocked but in no way scared.

In fact he provided me with the complete opposite feelings. I knew that if he wasn't here, I would most likely be tossing on the floor with the mental pain that she has caused. But, instead the comforting hand that he had rested on the lower part of my back, relaxed me.

I was safe.

"You're so lucky my mother raised me to never lay my hand on a woman, so be thankful that instead your 'friend' got it. Get the fuck out of the house," He spoke firmly and formally, to them both, but directing the last part at the man who was crippling in pain on the floor.

As soon as he spat the

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