Written on September 19th 2003
Title : Winter Love Wings
Author : Leeloo Copeland
Rating : R (for mention of incest, violence, suicide . None of the actions are described they are just mentioned except for the suicide one)
Distribution : Ask first.
Disclaimer : I only own Leylya, the rest of the characters own themselves.
Author's Note : This was my first ever fiction in English.
Chapter 5 : The Truth Leylya POV
We went to my room, there was an awkward silence between us. We sat down on my bed. I'm not sure if I have to tell him what happened in Montreal, why we left our hometown all of a sudden, why my face changed when I picked up the phone, why I'm so distant.
"Listen Leylya, if you don't want to talk about it I can understand but at least tell me why you look so scared." He said rubbing my hands.
"You know it's something really hard to tell, in fact it's all my past coming back to me right now. A lot of wrong things happened in my past and now my demons are catching me. That's why I'm scared." I told him almost crying.
"Come here, everything will be ok, I'm here for you." He said taking me into his arms.
"No, unfortunately, not everything will be ok. I have to tell you everything. Everything about my past life and past love life." I said confused.
"When I was little my mom was rarely home so I had to spend most of my time with my father. He was some kind of a psychotic. He used to abuse me since I was little. I could tell it to anyone no one would believe me, until one day, I killed him. If I haven't have done it I probably wouldn't be here today. It sorta ruined the mother/daughter relation we should have had but everything is better now." I said sobbing, it was really hard for me to tell him about my past but it was hard for him to listen to it and couldn't hold back tears.
"And for my love life, I met this guy named Jay Reso, he was perfect on the outside, cute, gently, smart and everything and one day he became totally crazy. At our first year anniversary, he drank too much and slapped me and insulted me and it only got worse after that. About four months before we moved here, he pushed me in the stairs of our old high school and I was in hospital for a week. That happened a few weeks before I killed my father. And now here I am." I said almost happy that I found the courage to tell him the truth about my past.
"And the phone call this morning, it was him right?" He said a little angry.
"Yes it was him, he found out where I live, that's why I'm scared, because I don't know what he can do to me or if he will do anything at all and just did that to scare me." I said really scared.
"He can't do anything to you till I'm around, I'll protect you." He said whispering to me and kissing my forehead.