"Please...", Natalia begged between sobs.
Her older brother had gone out drinking once again and came home disheveled, furious, and drunk.
"Why won't you leave me alone!" Ivan yells as he wraps his hand around Natalia's neck. "I won't marry and never will!"
Her tears stream down her face as Ivan holds her neck with enormous strength.
"P-Please...", she chokes out.
Her vision blurs and she begins to go unconscious. Ivan notices this and drops her.
She sits on the hard floor gasping and coughing for air. Ivan gives Natalia a hateful glare and leaves to his room
Natalia waits to hear the door close and steps outside the house. She sits on the porch, basking in the moonlight.
"Why does he do this to me... I only want my brother to love me...", Natalia mutters to herself. "I can't handle this anymore... I need to leave this place and my brother... I need someone who can save me from him... But who would want to save someone like me."
She sheds a couple of more tears and rubs the scaring on her wrist.
Maybe I can find someone who will save me at the meeting tomorrow, Natalia thinks.
She stealthily walks to her room, knowing if she made a loud enough noise, there would be more hell to pay. She didn't know how much more her body could take.
At a glance, she was the scary, knife wielding girl that she has always been. Wearing the same dress everyday. Little did they know, she was covered in bruises and scars. And she was so depressed that she has actually caused some of the scaring.
Ivan was smart when he hit Natalia. He would never hit her face and made sure that he would hit her places that would be covered up by her dress. This made no one ever realize that Natalia was being abused. Ivan played this sick game with strategy and he played it well.
The knife wielding "psychopath" was breaking and crumbling to nothingness because of this awful game. And Natalia had no idea how to save herself.
She lies on the bed and closes her eyes. She touched her newest bruise on her neck and winces.
This is going to be one hell of a bruise to cover up, she thought.
She rolled to her side and pulled the covers over her.
When she finally fell asleep that night, she dreamed of her finding someone who had saved her from Ivan's wraith... The person that made sure that Ivan never played this dangerous game with anyone else ever again... And that person was Alfred F. Jones.