Love Isa Saving Grace 4

Night time terrors

WRH-Collette

I went with tom to his room I went into the bathroom and washed the makeup off my face. I stared into the mirror and saw the deep shadows under my eyes. I hadn't slept in forever Angela, Alex, and I would keep each other up so we wouldn't have to face nightmares from the past I wish I could sleep like Allie but then again they had practically fried her brain so she didn't have to many memories left just enough to know she never wanted to go back. They dreamt it but it was worse for me I couldn't close my eyes without seeing, H.C. dying, Allie jerking as the electric current jolted through her, Angela screaming as blood flowed from her back until the whips cut so deep you could see her ribs through her skin, Alex chained and terrified as she struggled against phantoms they showed only her. I couldn't get the sounds of screams and sobbing out of my head. My heart thudded into the brick wall of pain that formed as they forced me to watch H.C. die over and over again. I gripped the counter struggling to pull myself back to the here and now. When I managed it I though for a minute, when I looked out and saw tom smile at me it gave me an idea, I needed to forget H.C. he hadn't loved me, he'd abandoned me. But Tom, Tom had stepped into my life not out. They said he was the best, that he could make you forget everything but him, that he could melt away your memory of everything but him. That's what I needed surely he would give it to me. I walked out of the bathroom to find out.

TH-Georg

Angela sat on my bed as I leaned against the wall. "Georg do you have pajamas I could use?" I was surprised that she said my name right.

"Of course" I tossed her a T-shirt and some sweat pants. She turned her back to change but didn't leave. She pulled her shirt off before she could grab the other one I gasped and she froze. What made me gasp? The long nasty rows of thick cord like scars thy latticed her back and over and under those were the bubbled scars of brands they were crosses and circles. I put my hand out and ran it gently over the scars then I saw it the pattern someone had planned this like artwork the thought almost made me puke. "I'm so sorry" I told her

"It's not your fault, I'm fine, and besides they don't hurt anymore."

"I can't believe they did this, Angela I will make them pay I swear." She gave me a hug.

"Thank you really" I just held her and hoped I could get those people for what they had done. Still as I felt the scars on her back horror at the thought of what had been done to her chilled me.

TH-Tom

I looked around at Collette she smiled at me and I turned back to staring aimlessly at the wall. I still remembered the posters of 'models' id had up there I was so glad I'd taken them down a few months ago. Suddenly Collette was there and kissing me, and man she was the best kisser id ever meet. I was surprised but I wasn't going to push her away actually I pulled her down to me. I used every trick id ever learned for kissing and there are a lot of those, why I don't know I just wanted to impress her I guess. I felt her melt into the kiss I grinned. Really soon we were fully making out French kissing and all. Then she started to pull off my shirt and unfortunately I had to stop her. I shook my head I knew that even in a relationship as weird as ours sex on a first date never promised length to a relationship. And for once that's what I wanted. She pulled away

"Tom, please, need you to help me forget. Your they only one who can, I love you and I need you to make me forget it all forget him." She begged me and she looked so sad I nearly gave in.

"Collette doing that wont help, trust me and I can help you with out fucking you," I grinned devilishly "ill show you" and that's exactly what I did until we finally fell asleep.

TH-Bill

Back in our room, yes our room I actually said that. We were alone again and I needed to talk to her. I had to be carful I needed to get her to stop but you also needed to make her understand id love her no matter what. "Alex we need to talk"

"I know bill" she said but she didn't look at me.

"Oh Love why do you do that. I don't understand?" I didn't understand and I needed to.

"I'm glad you don't," she turned to face me, "I needed to get rid of the pain and everyone said it helped so I had to try then it got addicting. It's a compulsion I guess."

"Alex you know ill love you no matter what but I need you to stop I can't stand to see you like that." I looked at her begging her to understand Id already figured out she was complicated and most likely volatile I didn't want to send her off.

"I'm trying, I really am, and it's just so hard."

"Alex, tell me about it, tell me what forced you to this."

"You don't want to hear that!"

"I need to hear it, its part of who you are." So she told me how the boys would not only tease her ceaselessly but threw things at her, how all the girls ostracized her, how she always used to cry herself to sleep for years, how she learned how to hide everything she felt so no one could turn it against her, how her parents never believed her, and so much more. She told me everything and as the words spilled from her mouth blood spilled into my blood stream how could people treat a human like that much less her. I saw how amazing she could be, and I saw how perfect she already was they'd nearly destroyed her and I hated them for that.

"I pulled out a my laptop and logged on, "Alex why don't you try your face book." She nodded but she shook as she took the computer. She navigated the German web quickly. She talked to her friends from the past and she smiled and even laughed once and it was a real laugh and it was so cute it was different but I loved it. She logged off and I flipped the light switch. She curled up against my chest were I was lying on the bed where I had sat watching her for the last two hours. I pulled the covers over us and drifted to sleep with the only sound being that of our heart beat.