(11) It's the painkillers speaking.

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Chapter 11- It's the painkillers speaking.

"What do you mean you don't want to?" She whispered threateningly. "Of course you want to! Look at her!" She pointed to me.

I stood there rooted to the spot. My shoulders were hunched and I looked to the floor. I couldn't bare to look at them both. I just couldn't bare it.

"M-mom," Tammy stuttered. "I'm not doing this!" She tried to sound strong, but her voice cracked.

Suddenly, Tammy screamed, her hair was being pulled, my mother had her in her grip. I jumped forward in defense. I couldn't let this continue.

"Get the fuck off her!" I screamed. I tried ripping her hands away from Tammy's hair, but it was only causing her more pain.

My mother suddenly pulled back a hand and slapped me with so much force I fell to the floor in pain. I groaned while tears came to my eyes.

Suddenly feeling even angrier, I got up on shaky legs and squared up to her.

"Fuck you!" I screamed while I pulled my hand back and punched her square in the jaw. I felt horrible that it felt so perfect.

My hand throbbed, I sobbed while I cradled my hand. My mother fell back onto the floor, clutching her nose in pain.

Tammy then stood up straight and dragged her body over to me. She stood before me, protecting me.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, with tears in her eyes. "I'm so so sorry,"

I shook my head and laid my hand onto her shoulder.

"We'll get through this together," she continued. Her eyes showed determination. I had never seen something as special as this.

Finally after all this time, I finally had the sister I used to be close to, before my mother brain washed her into hating me. She had always been a bitch, but she had just gotten worse. Finally I had the sister I had always wanted. I had the sister I had always needed.

Someone who was there for me, I wasn't alone.

Suddenly, a high pitched scream came from behind us, my mother had a knife in her hand.

My body shook, this was the end. I cried, and I cried, I sobbed and I sobbed. This was the end for me, I could see it as if it was only a breath away.

"I'll fucking kill you!" She screeched. "I'll fucking kill you, Cali!"

I took steps backwards while my body shook. Tammy came with me, keeping her eyes trained on Linda.

Linda stood there hunched over while gripping onto the side of the counter. She could barely stand straight with the amount of anger coursing through her veins.

She hated me, she wanted me dead.

Suddenly, her body came towards me, lunging for me. I closed my eyes and everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Tammy screamed and yelled. I stood as still as I could. My life was ending before me, and I couldn't do anything. I wasn't strong enough, and I definitely didn't have a weapon to fight back with. All I knew was that this was it.

All I heard from then on was the sound of a body colliding into something, the clatter of the knife on the floor. I opened my eyes slowly, I saw a body, a body dressed in a black leather jacket.

Kyle.

He had my mother held against the wall, his body up against hers so strong. She tried to wiggle free, but gave up in exhaustion. Kyle stood before her, shaking with pure hatred, anger.

"What the fuck?" He shouted in her face, his voice shaky as if he was scared. "Call the police, Tammy, and the ambulance," he demanded. Tammy did as she was told, without her support I fell to the floor.

My eyes were heavy, my heart was racing, it was as if it was about to explode.

I couldn't handle this anymore, everything hurt me. It was agonising.

"Cali, stay with me," I heard him say. He couldn't move away from my mother, she was deadly, evil.

Kyle had a look of panic on his face, he couldn't get to me, but he couldn't let go of Linda. He had no choice.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Cali, please, just stay awake!" He yelled.

I nodded my head and tried to keep my eyes open, yet they were so heavy. My body was numb and stiff. I couldn't move, and I wanted to go to sleep so badly.

A few minutes later, suddenly, the door was open and the police came barreling into the room.

I couldn't hear them, I took a look at what was going on through blurry eyes.

My mother was on the floor with cuffs behind her back, and I was being attended to. I was prodded and poked, but I couldn't feel it.

Kyle was talking to me, his lips moving but nothing projecting. His hand was on my cheeks, slowly, caring, but I couldn't feel it.

I was ready to sleep, and I was finally in full darkness.

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I woke up to the sound of bleeping. I could feel a calloused hand rubbing against my cheek.

I was finally able to open my eyes, and when I did, Kyle was sat beside me, his face pale and blank; expressionless.

"What's up with you?" I croaked. His eyes shot to mine, and a small smile made his way onto his face.

"You're the weirdest girl I know," he breathed. "Only you could be in the darkness for a few hours and wake up the sarcastic bitch you've always been," he smiled playfully.

"Shut up," I whispered while a small smile crept its way on to my face. My hand was in agonising pain, but not as bad as before. My cheek was stinging and my head was throbbing, but apart from that, I was fine.

Yet, the memories came flooding back to me at full force, they smacked the smile straight off of my face. My eyes welled up again.

My own mother, my own flesh and blood had tried to kill me, and my sister tried to save me. So many things were happening strongly at opposite directions, I was such a mess.

"Where's Tammy?" I asked with dry throat. I needed some water. Kyle took a look at me and poured a glass without me even asking.

"At the police station, it's okay, she's okay," he replied softly.

"How did you save me?" He came up to me with the glass and I drank the water like my life depended on it.

"Let's not go in to details just yet, Cali, give your body some time to rest," he replied. He dumped himself back in the chair. "The police will want to question you soon," I nodded my head.

"Fine," I let out.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with a look of concern on his face. I nodded my head.

"I guess I'm okay," I replied. He shook his head.

"You don't have to act strong infront of me, I bet that hand is God damn painful," he smiled. I looked at him and smiled as much as I could.

"Oh, it is," I stated.

"I heard you punched your own mother in the face," he said with a smirk on his face. I knew he was only trying to lighten the mood, and I couldn't thank him enough for it.

"Well, what can I say?" I giggled. Yet my smile didn't really reach my eyes. I was hurt, inside and out.

"Hey, Cali, I know it hasn't been easy on you, but that bitch is going down, I'll make sure of it, you have absolutely nothing to worry about," he explained. I looked up to him, his eyes showed determination, it weirdly made me feel safe and protected.

"Thanks, Kyle, for everything," I said sincerely.

"It's no problem at all, what's that like two times I've been your hero now?" I looked at me playfully.

"Yeah, two times too many, I don't need a hero, especially not you," I smiled.

"Rude," was his only reply.

"I still hate you," I stated. He smiled and shook his head.

"It's the painkillers speaking,"

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