Lost

One

A/N: Once again a dream inspired this book...I've had a lot lately :). This book will not be a romance book! I've put a picture of Summer on the side ------------------->>> So without further ado... Lost!

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Summer

The sound of loud shuffling upstairs wakes me in my sleep. I jump out of my blood stained sheets slowly because I was slightly sore from what Will did to me last night. I stay by my bed, paralyzed with fear, I didn't dare even breath. Soon, I hear the sound of a toilet flush and I sigh in relief. He's just going to the bathroom I tell myself trying to calm my racing heart. I was already up might as well make breakfast. I tie my robe around me, and walk upstairs cracking the basement door open. I make my way down the hallway letting my eyes linger on the yellow curtains we never open leaving the house looking trashy and moldy. The broken glasses and frames outline the hallway. I do my best to step over them but I come out with three cuts on my feet.

I quietly make breakfast consisting of eggs with potatoes and bacon. Will comes in, smirking just as I place his plate on the table. I go back to the counter to make him his usual orange juice with a dash of vodka, when he walks past me, grabbing my butt. I gasp and jump a little. "What? What are you gonna do. Huh?" I don't answer, instead I place his cup on the table next to his plate. "I asked you a question!" Will roars punching my stomach.

I grunt and land on my back. "Stop! Please!" I sob loudly.

"Shut up!" he grabs the glass cup and throws it at me. Thankfully, he staggers a bit and the cup shatters next to my body leaving small cuts all around my back instead of actually hitting me.

"Stop! Will! I'm begging you! Please!" I sob louder than before.

"I'm doing this for your own good! Now shut up!" he yells kicking my head. I do as he says and quiet my sobs and pleas. He stops after a few more kicks and punches. Taking his plate he leaves me to whimper on the ground.

I get up when I hear his pickup truck leave our driveway. I pick up the glass from the floor and clean myself up. This happens all the time. But he does it for my own good. The real world is so much worse! I mean there's rape (which Will introduced me to years ago). And bullying and so much more!

Walking down to the basement I sit on my bed and clean my wounds. I look at the small photograph under my pillow. It was of my mother. She left Will after she had me but she didn't take me with her. Just my older sister. My mother had dirty blond hair and grey eyes. She was tan and young in this picture she was obviously pregnant but with me or the other one was the question.

I had time to make dinner because Will usually stayed late at his job. So, at around five I start on the beef, corn, and bread. Then I get started with my meal: a slice of bread. Or, if Will's not feeling happy today I'll only get a half of the slice or a third.

When I hear Will's truck pull up cold, hard knots twist in the pit of my stomach. Please don't be that drunk! I think. I have always been able to tell what kind of abuse I'll be getting by how drunk Will is.

Will walks in the front door. Wait. He's not drunk at all... what is this? "Um ... Will? I made some beef?" I start awkwardly. He grunts and sits at the table, "well go on! Serve me!" He yells, I spring into action mouth watering I slice a piece of beef and set it on the table. I then serve him his usual: a cup of Coke mixed with Jack Daniels. That's when it hits me, he's gonna get drunk here!

However, when I try to serve him more Jack he waves me away only taking the Coke. I wait patiently in the kitchen. I see him glance at the slice of bread and me he looks disgusted "why do you even eat? You're too fat!"

It doesn't hurt I've long sensed stop caring about what he thinks I look like or how I should look like. The trick is to make it look like it hurts. So I bit the inside of my check until two big tears come into my eyes. They slide down my face and I dramatically turn away.

After he's done eating I take his things and put them in the sink and eat my slice of bread hastily. After I'm done wolfing down my meal (if you can even call it that) I make my way to the basement door but Will's voice stops me "Summer! Get in here!"

I do as he says feeling like I'm about to throw up my slice of bread. My blood ran cold and my legs were shaking so much I nearly fell over. "Y-yes?" I ask walking into the small ratty old living room and sit on the torn up and beaten down yellow couch.

"You understand why I have to do this don't you? Beat you up and the other stuff."

My anger flares. He can't even say that he rapes me! If he's going to do it at least have the decency to acknowledge it! I nod and repeat the line I've been practicing since I was nine. "Yes. It's because the world is horrible. So you want me to be able handle it."

"Exactly. So you know why I need to beat you again." he gets up and punches me hard across the face. I gasp and start crying. "Shut up! If anyone hears you I'll go to jail!" Will yells kicking my stomach striping me of my breath. I'm on the floor gasping for my breath and trying to crawling to the door it's hopeless nevertheless, I still keep crawling; trying to get as far away as possible.

Will kicks my side and pulls me up by my hair "stop! Will don't! You don't need to do this! Please!" I sob yelling at the top of my lungs now. Not caring if someone heard me I just needed to get away from him!

"Shut up! Other people will do worse! Way worse!" Will growls in my ear. I cry harder begging him to stop but he only hits harder and now that he's not drunk there's no staggering or weakness, he stays on his feet and he's stronger now, way stronger... He throws me across the room and out of the corner of my eye I see an odd shape on the side of his pants, I don't know what it is but it's the least of my problems.

Cop sirens erupt outside the house red and blue lights stream in the closed curtains. Will stops mid punch and looks at the front of the house he grabbed my collar pulling me to my feet then dragging me by my hair outside through the back. I can do nothing but follow behind whimpering. Once outside he looks around our small backyard that leads to the woods. He dashes to the woods but the cops are faster (never thought I'd say that) and they block his path. He swings me around him while he grabs the odd shaped material on the side of his paints I had seen earlier: it was a gun! He puts the gun at my side.

"Shoot and I'll kill her!" Will yells as if to make a point he digs the barrel of the gun deeper into my side sure to leave a bruise. "Sir, don't shoot!" A cop yells holding out her hand that's not on the gun she's currently holding. 'don't shoot' I mouth to her shutting my eyes tightly tears slipping out. I'm shaking from fear and withheld sobs. I hear a gunshot, I yell and then another gun shot bangs, slicing through the noise like a steak knife slicing through butter.

I don't open my eyes, not when I feel something wet and sticky that makes me want to throw up ooze onto my shirt and not when a cop comes up to me whispering to me that everything's going to be okay when everything so obviously wasn't going to be. I wish I had though. I wish more than anything I had had the courage to open my eyes because not soon after I black out scarred and dirty with wounds and bruises.

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A/N: So that was Lost...little bit morbid, sorry about that but it was just something that came to me in my state of unconsciousness.

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