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Kiara's POV:

"Why the hell is your fucking ex boyfriend sat on your stairs? Is he the reason you've been staring at your phone all the time yesterday? Don't think I've been stupid enough not to see you're shielding messages from me. Is there something between the two of you again?"

Is he fucking serious? My head is pounding and I sure don't have the power to go through this fight right now. Despite the fact that Brad is sitting on the stairs.

"Of course there's nothing, I hate that piece of shit. Didn't you just hear me calling him a cheating piece of shit? Please my head is pounding I just need to get to bed, thanks for taking me back."

With that I open the door and step out of the car. I probably should have turned around and kissed him goodbye, but right now all I want to do is vanish. What I didn't expect was Dean to step out of his car too and walk up behind me as Brad on the other hand approaches me.

As soon as we are all face to face, Brad speaks up. "So it's true. The photos aren't lying, you're throwing two years away, without even fighting for it?"

Dean tenses up behind me and his arm snakes around my waist, making it clear whom I belong to.

"You have an incredible audicity to say that Brad. You were the one to throw it away. How long have you been fucking my so called bestfriend? How many other whores have you been railing, while I was stupid enough to do anything for you? You never treated me how I deserved to be treated."

"I've finished it Babe, god I was simply insecure and bored. But you know I want to marry you, you're everything to me. I'm so damn sorry for everything I did to you, I mean literally everything. Just take me back and I will change for you, I promise."

I can't help but laugh, at this son of a bitch. "Oh Brad if you think I'm going to fall for that after all you've done to me, you're even dumber than I thought. Get your pussy ass out of my sight and stay out of my sight."

"I can't", he says, stepping even closer and now is looking straight into my eyes and I break the contact. Dean's second arm wraps around me, holding me protectively and also a little possessive. To my surprise he hasn't said a single word yet.

"Get your fucking arms off my girlfriend", Brad spits making me gasp.

"Your girlfriend? Whose name do you think she cried out last?", Dean replies with a huge smirk plastered on his face, wrapping his arms even tighter around me, which I'd like to smack off him right now.

Well to be honest, I don't remember ever crying out Brad's name. But that's not the point, the point is I don't want Dean to brag about me in that kind of way.

On Brad's face I can see he is ready to punch Dean's face any second until something else catches his attention.

"What the fuck happend to your face?", my hair must have fallen back, which was covering my cheek quite well.

"It's nothing Brad, only a stupid accident. I fell down the stairs."

"Don't fuck with me Kiara, we may not be together anymore. But remember I know you too well and I know when you're hiding things."

"What the hell is he talking about?", Dean now turns to face me and is looking very confused and concerned at the same time.

As on clue, from inside the hated noises start up again. Noises I've been trying to drown out for as long as I can remember.

"You shouldn't have come back to this shit hole. Why the hell did you have to move back here?"

"Sorry but it's not like I was going to listen to my ex boyfriend and ex bestfriend having it off right next to me. You fucking cheated on me in our own apartment, probably even our own bed. No way was I staying. What did you expect me to do? Live in a fucking hotel I can't afford? I'm still paying half of the rent, because I'm on that contract with you for another one and a half months. Where the hell else should I have gone?", I burst out and my head feels like it's exploding.

"He did that to you, didn't he?", for once I hear real anger and concern in Brad's voice.

It's been a long time he's shown that side.

"No, not exactly anyway. It was an accident. You know he doesn't really touch me."

"What did she tell you?", Brad addresses to Dean now, which shocks me for a moment.

"Only that she fell down the stairs", Dean's look is now burning into my skin. "Care to tell me what the fuck he's talking about and what really happend? Who's that yelling inside your house?"

"That's my dad", I mumble.

"She means her drunken, abusive dad who is probably beating her useless mum again", Brad spits out.

"Don't you dare call her useless!", I gritt out at him.

"Was it that? You tried to protect her again and got in the way? Wouldn't be the first time, right? If she wouldn't have been so useless she would have left him years ago and protected you, instead having you protect her", Brad's anger is starting to really boil up right now. "Look I know I did much shit and I walked all over you, but I'm not leaving you in this hell. You're coming home with me, now."

"She's going no where with you", Dean growls loudly. "And damn Kiara I want the full story, you hear me! All along I had the feeling something was off. Did that son of a bitch touch you? I don't fucking care if he's your father or not, but if he did this to you, I swear I'm gonna break his neck."

Even Brad steps back a bit now, from Dean's dominant and intimidating loud voice. I think right now Dean is beyond anger, his glare is deadly. "Now fucking spill or I'm going in there and will beat the shit out of that guy until he tells me the full story", he warns after me staying silent and his eyes tell me he's dead serious about every single word.

"It really was an accident, ok? I know he didn't really want to harm me. He saw those god damn photos yesterday afternoon. It was him who texted me constantly yesterday, ok? I mean of course there were loads of others too, but it was his messages scaring the shit out of me.

He kept on writing what a whore and useless piece of shit I am. And that if it wasn't for me sleeping my way up, I would never be able to reach a job like that. Constantly he kept on writing I'm to get my useless ass back home and finally bring him some booze. That's one thing I usually always do anyway.

I knew he was drunk, like he always is. When I came home, he was already waiting for me. For a change he wasn't fighting in the livingroom with my mum, they were fighting at the top end of the stairs.

God I was afraid he would push her down. So I ran up to prevent it and just as I reached the top end of the stairs, he tried to pull my phone from my hand thinking I was calling the police and I lost my balance. You see it was an accident, he didn't push me down or anything."

"You said you had passed out and woke up next to your phone."

"And that's the truth. You see I didn't lie, I only left out some small details."

"Small details? You fucking kidding me?", Dean takes a fistfull of his hair and tugs hard at it. "How could you wake up in the dark. Don't tell me they just fucking left you lying there on the floor?"

I can't stand his gaze and the pain I'm feeling right now and turn away. "Oh no Kar, you're not doing this. Turn around and tell me they didn't just leave you lying there."

Even Brad gasps as he realizes the truth. I can't turn around, I can't turn to see the pity in any of their eyes. Pity is something I never wanted, because I'm not like my mum who lets people especially not my dad walk all over me. For so many years I pitied and protected my mum only to end up with her not standing up for me once.

They both left me lying there last night, even if I told Dean I don't know how long it was, but I do know. They left me lying there for about five and half hours, probably not even caring if I was dead or alive. Perhaps they were even shocked not to find me lying there this morning dead on their floor.

Lucky them, didn't have to see to a dead body and clear things up or pay for a funeral.

Dean, touches my quaking shoulders. I hadn't even noticed I had started to cry. "They left you there?", his voice now a lot softer as only minutes ago and I nod.

Crying I burry my head into his chest and start sobbing loud. Never have I let myself simply drop like this. Brad used to be our neighbour, he knew all along what I have been going through. One good thing I do have to say about him, he hated my dad to the guts.

"What the hell is going on out here?", my drunk dad yells, my mum following on his heels. I can see a fresh bruise on her face, making me feel nauseous. "Kiara, explain now before I drag your useless ass inside my house again."

"I'm not her", I spit, pointing at my mum. "No one tells me anymore what I'm to do or not to do. You can't control me like you do it with her, those times have long gone dad", the last word leaving my mouth full of disgust for the person who should have protected me all those years. The people who should have loved me more than their own life.

"You ungreatful whore", he yells making Dean jump and rushing his direction before I am even able to do anything.

Grabing my dad by his collar, holding my dad full force against the wall behind him, Dean starts talking. The fact that he's not yelling, but talking in a deep, stern and deadly tone is even scarier. "You piece of shit, caused your own daughter to crash down the stairs and you left her lying there. Your own fucking daughter and you didn't even care to call help or care about her in anykind of way. She could have been dead, have you even asked her once how she's feeling? Did you once go and check on her to see if she's alive?"

"She obviously is, otherwise she wouldn't be standing there causing me trouble", he doesn't even flinch at the words Dean just said. "Where's my fucking booze? Don't tell me you worthless piece of shit haven't brought me my booze along", he yells in my direction.

Within seconds Dean's fist connects with my dad's jaw, causing him to cry out in pain. But Dean isn't done yet, he throws my dad to the ground and lands one blow after another causing my dad to yelp.

"Leave my George in peace", my mum cries out and starts slamming her palms down on Dean's back. "Kiara, help your dad", she demands from me as I'm still stood there watching in total disbelief about what is happening right in front of my eyes.

Dean gets up, only pushing my mum back slightly to keep her in distance. "And you?", he hisses at her. "What kind of mother are you, to leave your injured daughter lying unconcious on the floor? Don't you care, she could have been dead?"

"She should have simply stayed out of our business. And if she hadn't been whoring around with you, her boss", she snarls, "we wouldn't have had that trouble in the first place. She causes nothing but trouble, always has. Getting into things which are none of her business. So one way or another she had it coming." My mum's words cut so deep, I feel like someone has just stabbed me.

She's never been the loving and caring kind of mother. And yet she came to me so many times, after my dad had beaten her up again. She came to me for protection. She'd cry her balls out in my lap. I'd clean her wounds, make her food, clean up their mess. And now she's blaming me?

Ever since I moved back in, after leaving Brad, I tried to stay out of their way. Tried to be invisible, tried not to hear what was going on downstairs. She told me to keep out of it, when I told her to leave him. I wasn't prepared to take the blows anymore accidentally just because I was in the way, when they were fighting.

This is the life both of them decided to share, if she didn't want to leave him, there was only so much I could do to help and protect her. Last night I could have paid with my life for it and these two, my own parents, they couldn't care less.

No remorse, not one caring loving word. Not asking me once how I feel. No, to them it's utterly my fault. I hunch over and puke on to the little green in front of our house.

"Be glad I don't hit women", Dean calls out to my mum, while rushing my direction.

Brad reaches me just before Dean though and tries to hold me tight.

"Get the fuck off her", Dean growls at him, but Brad doesn't seem to care.

"I love you Kiara, you know it. Don't just throw us away. We have a future waiting for us, we had it all planned. You look beautiful as never before. I know we can make it."

"I said get the fuck off her", Dean looks as if he's ready to kill anyone crossing his path right now.

"Brad", I start, before hunching over once more to puke and trying to push Brad away at the same time. Breathing a little again I lean closer to Dean and turn to look at Brad.

"There's no future for us Brad. You are a manipulative liar who likes to keep me as his little stupid doll. But guess what, I'm not that doll. Nor my dad, my mum or you are ever going to walk over me again or going to tell me what to do. You threw us away, the minute you decided to cheat on me. And you know what? I'm over it. I couldn't care less anymore."

"Fine, you know what? Nora is waiting for me and she's far more fun than you anyway. She at least knows how to take my dick. Have fun, whore yourself up into society. A whore stays a whore."

Dean is about to jump again, until he feels how I'm swaying and need him to steady me. Instead I throw my head back and laugh hysterically, no matter how hard my head is pounding right now and all the drama, this is hilarious.

"You know what Brad? If Nora stoops so low, I feel sorry for her, as she will never know what a real dick is. I couldn't take your dick decently because that thing is nearly non-existent, you don't even know how to use it. You couldn't even get me to orgasm. So go ahead try and please your way through with Nora."

Shock, anger and humiliation are written all over his face. Dean next to me stifles a laugh, while these words towards Brad make me feel a lot better for a moment. Payback is a bitch Brad, that's for cheating on me with my bestfriend. Perhaps I might have made it sound a bit worse than it really was, but it wasn't that far from the truth. Especially now that I know the difference.

"Fuck you Kiara!", he hisses and finally starts walking off.

"You better get lost too, Kiara", my mum shouts across to me, bringing me back to the actual situation here. She's bending over my dad, who is now sitting on the ground leaning against the brick wall, while she is padding his bleeding lips.

Whoa this man has bleeding lips once in his life. How many bleeding lips has my mum had, because of him? How many times, did I have some because I walked in between to protect her? He never hit me initially but well if I got in between, then it was my tuff luck. Guess I can say I'm lucky my dad didn't directly pick the violence against me.

At least not the physical one. With me he went into mental abuse.

As I'm still a little dazed it takes me a moment to proceed that my mum is yelling at me. "Kiara, I said pack your stuff and get lost. I don't ever want to see your troublesome face here ever again."

"You are kicking me out?", did I really just hear this right?

"You heard me Kiara, we've put up with you for so many years now. We did everything for you, cared for you and you only cause us trouble. It's about time you learn to deal with yourself."

"You did what? You cared for me?" Oh my god how crazy can this world be? "You know what? Until today I forget to eat, it's not that I don't want to eat. I simply forget it, because I went for years without anyone caring if I had food or not. I'm not used to regular meals, because there was no one who took care of it. Something so simple as food and you couldn't move your ass to provide your own child with a meal." From the corner of my eye I can see Dean's mouth gape open.

"It's not that we were so poor that we couldn't have had at least some bread or something for me there. Well right, most money was spent on booze and reparing shredded furniture, but I think if you had tried you could have at least cooked me a meal once or twice a week. Do you know I actually used to steal food?

Did you know that Brad's mum made sure I had a meal in between and taught me how to cook easy meals at the age of six and provide me with ingredients I used to hide away? Because if I added anything into this kitchen you two would eat it, before I could even get my hands on it. How many times did I cook for you mum, because you were so weak after he beat the shit out of you?

I've fucking cooked and cared more for you in my whole life than you ever did for me, your own child. And now you throw me out of this shit hole and have the audicity to say you put up with me? And did everything for me? You know what, I used to pity you mum, wanted to protect you. But you two really deserve each other.

Dean is right, you two are so damn shitty parents. You probably wouldn't have even cared to pay for a funeral if I had died yesterday. My body probably would have ended up rotting away somewhere after you would have realized after a few days that my rotting body stinks in the house.

You say, you don't want to ever see my face again. Well here's my gift to you, I'm packing my stuff right now and then I'm done with you for forever. Because I sure don't want to see you ever again myself."

Wow that was a long speach. But everything was so bottled up inside me for years and her words tonight have knocked my last belief in my so-called parents out of me. My mum's eyes had widend with every word I spoke, while my dad just looked totally disinterested. The only thing he's probably worrying about right now, is who will bring his booze back every night?

I spit down on the ground while passing them on my way to pack my stuff. Dean looks down at them in total disgust, while following me into the house.

Once we are in my room, I lock the door behind me just in case one of them decides to follow. Hastily I start packing all my clothes into bags and whatever I can find. It's not like I own much anyway.

"How can I help you?", Dean speaks up, I think he was too shocked to utter one single word beforehand.

"Well first of all, can I stay the night with you? I'll sort something out tomorrow I just need something for tonight."

"Stay as long as you want Kar. What else?"

I point over to a carpet. "Pull that rug aside, there's a loose floor panel there. That's where I hide all my money from the racing. That was meant to get me out of here anyway."

"So you aren't in debt or something? You simply wanted to escape your home?"

"Yes, only that a home should be something nice. I'm more like escaping my own hell. All my other money went into the apartment I had with Brad. So I needed to save up a little first. Originally, I did hope to have a little more and wait until I'm out of that fucking contract with Braden. But well be it.

"Kar, let me help you", he whispers softly.

My eyes flicker up to him as he wraps his arms around me. "I don't know how that works Dean. Besides Brad's mum, no one has ever helped me. And that's been years ago."

"Let me try", he pleads, cupping my face.

"One step at a time", I sigh, how can you trust someone to help you? If you've never experienced it. When you have always fought for everything on your own.

My things are quickly packed and as soon as I leave the house there is pain, deep pain but also like a huge weight being taken off my shoulder. How

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