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She needs to be quiet.
That's how she lives her life. In silence.
When her father is at work or watching television, she can live peacefully. She can do her homework. She can read or watch movies. She can cook him dinner or clean her room or pretty much anything. Pretty much.
But if she makes a sound...
If she drops a glass plate or a wooden pencil while he's asleep or on the phone or worse, drunk, he'll get upset and he'll hit her. Hard. And it'll hurt, she's sure of that.
She is currently slipping past his door, avoiding the creeky board, second one to the left towards the middle, she'd made that mistake before, and trying to get to the door. His last beating had her jousled still and that punch to her chest had her heart skipping a beat.
She walked slowly and steadily to the door. She'd just pretend to be gone for school. Her feet stepped purposefully as she made her way to the door. She reached the door when a purple spot of color caught her eye.
Her bookbag.
If she left it, there was no way she could say she left for school, but she was already stepping on eggshells. Deciding that she had to risk it, she began the trek into the kitchen. It had been dropped there after school when he had surprised with a swift punch to her face.
She continued on to get it as carefully as possible. Once she reached her bag she swung it over her shoulder, stupidly. Her bag knocked a glass to the ground.
Uh oh.
He thinks about her.
For the next 12 days he thinks about her. So many questions circle his head. Who is she? Where is she from? The question most preaent in his mind: who would do that to her? His trips to the trash were more frequent. Even though he hoped that finding her beaten in an alley was a one time thing, he couldn't help but want to see her again.
He didn't have to wait much longer though.
It was a Saturday. 13 days since he'd seen Kate, and his mother was at a dress rehersal. He was watching a football game when there was a sudden knock on the backdoor. He cautiously made his way to it and peejed out the window. When he saw long brown tresses, he couldn't help but get excited. He yanked open the door and smiled.
"Kate." His face immediately dropped when he saw her pail face, riddled with tears. He looked down and saw several cuts on her arms and one large gash that still had glass in it. He thought how someone could walk down the street with such injuries and not be helped, but he threw that thought away and helped her inside.
He led her to the kitchen and sat her on the counter. He saw her wince when his hands touched her sides and made a mental note to check that later. He took her arm and put it under the faucet, letting some cold water wash away the blood and glass. Once some of it was gone her repeated the motion with the same arm.
Rick the ran to his mothers room and grabbed tweezers out of her bathroom. He used them to pull the remaining glass out of her. Before he started pulling, he took her hand.
"Squeeze if it starts to hurt ok?" She nods faintly and her eyes portray surprise. Has no one ever cared about her pain? He took the tweezers and plucked a few smaller shards out before reaching for the big peice. "Hold your breath ok?" She again nodded and he pulled the peice. She squoze his hand hard and he winced. "Sorry."
After he had covered her arms with ointment and bandages, he looked at her. "Can I lift your shirt a bit?" He sees the fear and confusion in her eyes and immediately clarifies. "I just wann see your stomach." He sees her nod hesitantly before lifting her shirt slightly. He winces at the horribly large bruise marks on her that looked too much like a foot for his liking.
He layed her back slowly on the counter and when to the fridge. He filled two towels with ice and brought them over to her. "This will sting a bit but I need you to just breathe through it. Rick laid the ice on her stomach and watched as she took shaky breaths through it. "Good girl, just breathe through it." When her breaths turned slightly less shaky, he removed the ice and put ointment on the bruises. He sat her up and stood in the v of her legs as he wrapped her stomach with gauze.
Once done he looked up into her eyes. "There all... better." He swallowed thickly as he saw the golden flecks in her green eyes. She was so beautiful. His heart lurched when his brain reminded him about her knocking on his door. She had sought him out. Obviously that was a good sign. Her gaze flicked away and he beamed at the noticable flush in her cheeks. He backed away from her and went to the fridge, pulling out to juiceboxes.
He handed one to her. "Magic cure." He smiled at her and knocked their boxes together in a cheers motion. After silent sips from both of them, he looked at her.
"Tell me your story Kate."
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