She screamed and kicked. She knew he wouldn't let her go, but all she wanted was just that. Why was he doing this to her? She knew how to take care of herself.
"Dave, god dammit, let me down!"
"No, you will not go back in there and you will not see him anymore!"
She looked at his face and noticed how much anger he had inside of him. Why was she so eager to get out of his grasp when she knew he would keep her safe?
Dave's POV
She kept kicking at me and I just didn't understand why. I mean, she shouldn't have to live like this. Always getting beat practically every night was not the point of living. I know so because that's what happened when I was a child.
Every night I would cry in my sleep as I had heard screams that could make you die. I used to remember finding my mom on the floor crying, and too paralyzed to move. I used to have nightmares about my mom getting killed by my father. When I had tried to my mom he would beat me too.
I now shudder at the thought of reliving my childhood as we finally reach the door of my house.
It was a cliché doll house with the size and stature of a fairytale castle. I just couldn't back down when I saw it. When I was in it, I felt so alive and free, like the past did not exist anymore.
Ok, out of la la land now. My arms are now bleeding because of the scratching of her nails.
How could I possibly have gotten into this mess? I am, after all, supposed to be made like a monster. Yet just looking at this beautiful red head being hurt could make even the deadliest creature turn into a loveable teddy bear.
I pull out my rusted keys and put them into the door knob. It unlocks and I walk in trying not to drop Christy. By this time, my arms are raw with pain and barely any skin left.
She looks at me sadly and understands why I'm trying to help her. Then, she starts screaming again. Her screams echoed through my house and I started to relate her to a banshee when she finally stopped, figuring that it was useless to scream when she knew that I would not let her go.
Maybe this was no mistake after all. Living with a woman had never intended to me until I would get married, but this was all happening so soon. I know we're not married or anything but it's still all so strange. Look at me, I'm clueless as can be! This certainly was a mess that I shouldn't have gotten into.
Christy's POV
It seemed some pale angelic hand must have touched this house and stained everything pure that was once a tainted remnant of memory. Pale white and shining glass and frosted, opache ceramics decked the rooms. Not a blemish of color was to be seen. And somehow, instead of lacking personality, it was fabricated with innocence.
I found myself at the end of a staircase that spiraled, decadently, toward a sculpted ceiling, draped in the shrines of an angel's likeness. The walls held tapestries and pedestals, mounted with cherubs and precious untouchables.
This magnificent house had cast me under a spell and now no one could take me.
The hall echoed my presence to an empty silence in the most threatening manner. There was no way out.
I screamed.
Dave's POV
Why oh why did she always have to scream! I ran up the spiraled staircase to where she stood, and noticed her tear filled eyes. This house is no home to her. I don't understand her much, seeing as how she can't love a house such as this.
Isn't this taking away the pain of what she had witnessed for the past months?
I gently run my hand across her ashen face, for she was in shock right now. Her tears were cold and crystallized like dew on a grey morning in a rose's petals. Her eyes were tense and I could tell that she was getting ready to pass out.
Just please, anything but the screaming.
I hold her before her head hits the pearl colored like floor. I run my hands through her hair and confess my love to her.
If only she knew.
Christy's POV
All I could see was black and hear the faint sound of Dave's voice. On the other side of him, a door whispered to me a silent welcome and beckoned me to walk in.
I couldn't run to it. Then I heard Dave say something, something I would never forget.
I whisper back to him. He doesn't hear. I wish he did because those words meant so much.
He should have listened because what I said would make him very happy. And now I think I'm, I think I'm, I think I'm….
A/N: This chapter is actually confusing...it's just to show what's happening and where they are...but yes very confusing chapter...RR.
