Stay Right Here With Me- Chapter 2
A/N: So here I go again saying sorry for not updating. I've had a lot on my plate lately I'm trying to finish a song, and I've been extremely depressed lately, I've been going a lot of places.. Well sorry for ranting on about my problems hope you enjoy this chapter. And I'm still contemplating on whether or not I should make this a 3 shot or a full story because I have a lot of other stories to update. Well we'll just wait and see. Be prepared for a whole lot of drama in this chapter. Hope you like.
Loren's P.O.V.
I arrived at my house or as I like to call it my own personal hell. The modern glass window frames covered most of the front. Our house was considerably huge having my foster Mom being a big shot lawyer and all; she defends some of the most well-known celebrities. The caramel cream color of the house made colors like white pop out more. It was beautiful on the outside; I just wish it was nearly that way on the inside. I locked my car and got out as slowly as possible, having my feet take treacherous steps because I was scared. Terrified of what I had in store for me today. Every day is something new, but in my case that's a bad thing. I hold it in as much as I can not to break down in tears, thinking about all that has occurred at this house. It's terrifying knowing the experiences I had here. I wake up every day thankful that I got to live another day, seeing that my life wasn't exactly picture perfect. The person that I was intimidated and taunted by was my Dad. He's the main reason why I'm like this. Insecure, lost, and broken. My Mom doesn't help so much either, she sits there watches what he says, sees everything he does, but still sits there like nothing. She acts like I'm nothing. I don't even know why they took me in as their daughter. What purpose do I hold for them? I knew the answer to that question. I hold no purpose in their lives. The question still nagged me in the back of my head, and I felt a wave of fear take over me. I felt like there was more of a meaning behind it than I planned. I was still walking at a slow pace not wanting to go in there so quickly. After the fight my Mom and Dad got into yesterday I felt that each step, every minute I spent walking would prevent me from breaking. In their all that waits me is pure pain and agony.
I wasn't even on my front lawn yet and decided to wait here a little, seeing my Mom's car wasn't here but my Dad's was. I leaned against my car covering it my back, and I let out a sigh of distress. How did I survive this long? How can I survive any longer? I rubbed my temples briefly and also rubbed my eyelids. I looked at the house in front of me, and stared off, scrutinizing it with my everlasting gaze. I questioned why all this had to happen. My life was perfect before this. I used to be happy, now that's all long and forgotten. Just like me, well at least to my "parents." I wish my Mom and Dad were still here, tucking me in bed warmly, actually showing real love and affection. Instead I'm here leaning against my car door afraid to go in there. Never have I been so terrified to go somewhere. My whole body urges me to run, run far away where no one can find me. Where pain can't find me. Somewhere where I'll be happy. Although that place was probably only a figment of my imagination. Plus I'm too weak, scrawny, and vulnerable. I wouldn't survive two days by myself with no support. I brushed a short strand of my curly locks behind my ear, and blinked reputedly. Wishing I could see my old home, wishing what was in front of me could vanish elsewhere. As we all know wishes hardly come true, especially for someone like me. My heart ached as I felt an emptiness grow. When I opened my eyes I only felt the dreadful feeling of disappointment. I looked up into the sky and saw the sun peeking out from beneath the clouds. A cool breeze sent a tingling sensation run through the course of my body. When the wind blew I felt relieved for some odd reason. A weird internal instinct told me everything would be okay. I contemplated on whether or not today would actually have some light shed on it. Probably not. To add on to all this stress I have school tomorrow, and that means more tests. Considering it's almost the end of the school year our works has been laid out for us. I plan attending Brown because my "mother" wanted me to be like her. A lawyer isn't what I wanted to be. A musician is what I longed to dream for, but according to my parents being in the music business is a waste of time. I knew they were wrong, but I couldn't argue because I can't. If I do I suffer severe consequences. It's gotten worse lately.
Verbal abuse is something I could take, but not physical. With just the simples word said my Dad would engage in anger and does the unthinkable. My Mom was some lovesick puppy and always agreed with My Dad, not matter how horrible a man he is. I don't even think he should be called a man, after everything he did. My Mom still hasn't left him and is still hanging on his arm, thinking he'll change. We all know that will take miracle. He's who he is, and in no near future will her change. I haven't told anything about what actually happens. They see bruises on my arms whenever I accidentally forget to cover up, but I say it's just because I'm clumsy. Melissa who's my best friend doesn't know. Eddie doesn't know, frankly I think if I told them they wouldn't really care. That's the way my mind thinks. That's the way my heart leads me. I feel like I have nobody, when that was a well-known lie. Of course insecurities overwhelm me and I expect and think the worse. I can't help that's the way I feel. About everything and everybody. I took out my phone from my jacket pocket and realized I had been standing out here for over twenty minutes. Luckily no one really took this to notice except me. I suddenly felt the familiar scent of Eddie's cologne on me and smiled warmly. That's the only thing that keeps me smiling.
I started walking towards the door, and internally told myself to be strong no matter what happens today. I can't break even a little. I stride casually over my lawn walking with a sudden uproar of confidence. I have to help myself first, and that phrase was finally reaching me. I turned the knob on the door and opened it only to be left in complete silence. I closed the door as quietly as possible trying to walk up to my room without any incidents today. I take the slickest footsteps towards my bedroom, my place of sanity, and actually think I'll make it. Of course I was wrong.
"What took you so long to get home?" My Dad said in a stern tone.
"Sorry I met up with Eddie at the park, I lost track of time, but that will never happen again I promise." I said apologetically, when it killed my being talking to him like he deserved an excuse.
"What's with you and all these excuses? You better be home on time next time, because if not, well you know what will happen." He stated in a malice threatening tone. I felt a lump grow in my throat as he spat these words out coldly.
"Do I make myself clear?" He said firmly.
"Yes Dad." The anger left his eyes soon enough and instead were replaced by a high annoyance.
"So why are you even hanging out with that boy. He's nothing but trouble. No good whatsoever. If you ask me as soon as that boy makes it to the top, he'll drop you in the blink of an eye. He's no good Loren. He never was to being with." I felt my face heat up with a fuming anger, and I clenched my fists. It's one thing to hurt me, but hurting my friends and acting like you know them is another. How dare he say something so cruel without even knowing who Eddie is? Without even thinking my mind and heart talked for me, in this moment anger controlled my words. That's why I said something I would never say in a million years, especially to the demonic man standing in front of me.
"Shut up already. Stop acting like you know everything and everyone. You have no clue who Eddie is, so don't even start with that. I'm so sick of you judging everything. Stop acting like you know who he is. He's a much better person than you'll ever be!" I stated loudly yet cruelly. At first I saw the smallest pinch of hurt in my Dad's eyes, but that soon faded and instead was replaced by a dark fury. He walked closer to me, and for some reason I wasn't as scared as I thought I'd be.
"You little brat. Right now you're this close to getting beat. I suggest you apologize now or else."
"NO I'm not going to apologize for saying the truth." In a swift movement I felt a hard slap hit the surface of my face, and I flinched in pain, but I didn't cry surprisingly. At least not yet. It only takes so long for me to break. I lifted my face back up to meet his and he immediately grabbed me by my hair and dragged me down towards the basement. I've never seen him so angry. If even possible I swear I could see smoke puff out of his ears. His eyes looked like black pits, and that made me gulp in fear. What the hell have I done? I prayed for my Mom to return home hoping somehow she could save me. I knew that if you even showed the slightest of disrespect and if you ever disobeyed him he would take it as an offense, even if it wasn't. I remember one time he told me to go with him to the grocery store, but I said I needed to study and he did it again. In this moment as he was dragging me down the basement I felt scared for my life. It's never gotten this bad, where I have to see our dingy basement. I look around and try to see if I could run back upstairs, but he already closed that door, and I couldn't run away now. As we finally made our way downstairs I saw the dirty bricks walls. Tools were thrown all over the place, some rusted old sports equipment and then I saw a case. It was an actually clean despite everything else. It looked like an old antique. But it was beautiful. In it I saw dozen of pictures and folders thrown all over. My Dad threw me to the floor causing me to hit my head on the cold concrete ground. The pain stung and I let a tear whisk away from my eye. I rubbed where I injured my head and the pain grew widely.
"That's what you deserve." He stated icily. My Dad shot me daggers with his eyes and left me there on the floor walking to the case.
"You know I never wanted you as a daughter. The only reason why we took you in was because at the time we weren't financially supported. See when you have a child enlisted in your residence they give you extra money. Now that your Mom has that job though there is really no use for you. You're a brat anyways. Of course your Mom will be upset about it, because for some reason she's actually grown to love you as a daughter. Which is crazy right? Don't worry she'll get through it though." I felt like my whole world was slowly tearing apart at the sound of each word spoken. I knew exactly what he was insulating, but still decided to ask.
"What do you mean there's no use for me anymore?" I softly said with fear clearly evident in my voice.
"Oh don't you worry about that Loren. Don't worry I have everything already worked out. All my plans are set. Since your Mom is out on a business trip she won't even know. So let's get started. In the future don't be such a disobedient girl." He said sarcastically while chuckling with evil in his tone. His feet inched closer to me, and I shut my eyes tight knowing what I was facing. I prayed it wouldn't kill me, but as well all know nothing goes my way.
2 days later at school
Eddie's P.O.V.
I searched around school and didn't see Loren anywhere. Mel and I haven't heard from her for a couple days and we were beginning to grow worried. I stopped by Loren's house yesterday seeing if she was home and her Dad said he hadn't seen her, but he didn't seem to upset about it which surprised me, but I let it go. I've been asking anyone and everyone who knows Loren but no one has seen her. I practically ran around school today looking for Loren. Right now school had ended and Mel and I were still leading up on any clues or tracks leading to her, but we couldn't find any. My worries began to grow tremendously, and my heart was breaking slowly as people started to lose hope. Loren means the world to me, and I would do anything to have her back. I needed her. I wanted her back desperately. But so far no luck. My mind predicted the worse but my heart wasn't losing hope nor faith.
"Eddie where is she?" Mel asked with distress showing clearly.
"I wish I knew, but I don't. I saw her a couple days ago, and it was after her parents got into another argument. She told me to meet her up at the park, after that she drove home. I made sure she did. I don't know where she is Mel, and that terrifies me." I said worriedly, and tears were clouding my eyes. I can't lose her. Mel looked up at me and was surprised by my overcome of emotions. She rested her hand on the small of my back, attempting to comfort me.
"You love her don't you?"
"Of course I do." I responded thinking she met as a friend, when really it went both ways for me.
"I meant as more than a friend Eddie. I could tell with what you just said. Don't worry we'll find her. Nothing bad is going to happen." I actually do think I love Loren. These sudden foreign feeling all makes sense now when I put that into thought. I wouldn't get the chance to tell her anything now; she was out of my hands, nowhere to be found. I had no clue where she would run too. What is she running away from? There's a lot more than she's letting on, I know that for sure. Her behavior at the park a few days ago was almost as if she was frightened by something, and when I made sure she got home safe that day she seemed reluctant to get off the car. I thought all back to all these clues what could they mean? Why do I feel the urge to ask more about it? I needed Loren back more than anything; I needed to make her feel protected.
"Melissa we need to find her, where could she possibly go?" Melissa glanced at me quickly then sighed out of pure distress.
"I don't know, but where would you go if you wanted to run away from something? Try asking yourself that because Loren and you do share a lot in common." I slightly smiled at the statement trying to configure all my jumbled thoughts. I licked my bottom lip and registered all the possible places she could be in my head. A place where I feel free, and once place where I can escape where would that be?
Then the sudden idea dawned upon me I would want to go somewhere where I could feel free. Feel relieved of all my worries and doubts and I knew exactly where that was. When we were kids Loren and I always used to hang out together at our little secret hideout by the park. Maybe she would be there. I needed to see her again. I wanted to know she was okay. I needed to feel her breath hover over me as it caused tingles up my spine, but basically I just needed her back. Going to the park wouldn't lead me to her exactly in the flesh, but I would sure get some much needed clues going there. Something I was oblivious to every time I went there. I never noticed it. I grabbed Mel by the arm and told her we're going to go get Loren. I practically dragged her into the car and took off at an unbelievable speed. I was only thinking about Loren when I drove, and getting closer to her. So that's why I drove at such a fast pace. Little did I know all that was in store for me?
Loren's P.O.V.
My whole body felt numb as bruises were left leaving a trail on my skin. Black and blue instead of their same old pallid color. I'm surprised he didn't literally kill me. Did I deserve this? Am I that horrible of a human being to be tortured like this? In my mind the answer was yes. I lay on the ground in a fetal position trying to add pressure to all the wounds, so they would stop pounding with pain. I hugged myself tightly as the cold hard ground sent shivers hovering around me. I tried to move but I felt I would break entirely if I did. My body refused to make any sudden movements. It's like it shut down completely. I flinched in pain as I touched a bruise on my head; it sent wringing levels of pain running through my body. My Dad, I don't even want to call that anymore. He left the room to apparently get something for this little "plan" of his. I was terrified at the very moment.
I didn't have anybody to help me. I couldn't reach anybody, he practically cracked my cellphone, and I couldn't get out of this room. No matter how much my heart told me to stay strong and try to move, my mind played tricks on me and didn't allow me to have the strength. I let all my hope walk out that door with him when I knew I could stay strong, but in that moment all my weaknesses pulled me towards the edge of no return. I needed Eddie. His soft soothing voice that always calms me. I needed Mel the one who always brightens up my mood. I should have spoken up about all this sooner than later. Now here I am.
I looked around the room and found my gaze falling upon the antique case. I scrutinized it with my gaze when my eyes wanted to close shut. I could see a seemingly familiar man and women standing next to my "Dad" and "Mom." They looked fondly familiar or maybe it was my vision playing tricks on me, because quite frankly my sense was literally knocked out of me. I tried to crawl towards the case to get a closer view but I couldn't at all. My bones felt as if they would completely break if I pushed further so I gave up and lay on the ground. When the world is falling apart around me I see one here beside me. I wanted to give up but I couldn't allow myself to do so. I wanted to lose all hope and faith. I could hear Eddie's calm voice echo inside my head, as I heard his voice sooth me.
"Everything will be alright." And then my eyes slowly fluttered shut as I tried to take in those words. I have to make myself believe everything will be alright, that's the only way I'll make it out of this, the only way. And then I heard a loud slam, and that's when the demon taunting me entered.
Yeah don't tell me I know it sucked I'll edit it later and fix all mistakes. I'm sorry about the long wait I've been really down lately and I've been trying to stay away from the internet. Drama and pure torment. I wrote this story cause somebody in my family went through abuse like this before and so did I, but if you try to escape even though you're struggling everything will be okay. Review please, and yeah plenty more drama coming your way keep on the lookout.
Sincerely,
Bianca