[ A Farcry Fanfic ] Remember The Sins

[5] Caring and Fierce

"DAD STOP!!"

John finally understood what was happening

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry." His frustration faded away and realized what he had done. He reminded himself of his adoptive parents and what they did to him,
he sat down and pulled her into his lap. He stroked her head softly as she continued to cry.
"Shhhh, it's ok now. Everything's okay now. You're safe. " He held her closely as she began to calm down. She wiped her tears away and pulled closer to John's chest.

"I never wanted this to happen." He whispered to her.
"It's just that people think Joseph is crazy, but he's not. They think I'm taking their lives but really I'm giving it to them"

Hope was still crying, she wasn't able to hear anything.

John picked her up bridal style. He carried her up the stairs and into her room, he layed her on the silken sheets he pushed stray strands of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He went abd sat on the chair next to the window, the white curtains offset the dark wooden accents of the room and the bed. He sat and put is face in his hands leaning forward
Maybe hope was like him. Hiding behind the facade. Making himself seem bold and brave, even though inside he was caring, and fearful.

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John sat himself up from the chair and began walking to the door, Hope was quietly sobbing on the bed. He was just about to open the door when he heard a soft voice

"Please stay, I don't want to be alone"
She was trying to stop her tears

"I'll stay, don't worry" he moved the wooden chair over by the bed, he knows the pain that she was feeling. He's had moments like this before, except he didn't have anyone to stay with him. He was alone, It was during one of those moments when he carved his sin into his chest. He couldn't feel the pain he was so numb. Joseph eventually brought John back to reality. He saved him from himself. John was about to sit down when Hope moved to the side of the bed,

"What are you doing?" John asked confused

"Please lay by me" Hope didn't know why she needed him to be with her, she hated how he made her feel. She could see past John's mask, she could see his pain and suffering. She just wanted to be with someone that understands her.

John reluctantly agreed, and layed on the bed, he was laying on his back and hope curled up next to him, she was leaning on his shoulder. Her crying had stopped but she was still upset. She leaned her face into John neck and closed her eyes. It was a moment of peace and tranquility before John broke the silence

"Do you want to talk about it? I'm not trying to make you confess, I'm just asking. Though confession might relieve some of the pain" John leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her back subconsciously pulling her towards him

"I remembered." She whispered "I remembered all the times my father kicked and punched me. I remember all the times he'd cut my hair off, and all the times he'd rip my clothes. I remember everything, him putting out cigarettes on my back, the times he cut me." She let out a labored sigh "I remember when I couldn't take it anymore, I tried to cut my wrists." She held her hand up showing the scars. "Except I never went deep enough," Hope flipped over and began sobbing again
John looked down at her arm, he traced his hand over the word 'stillness' that was scared into her forearm, it was lighter then the other scars, it was fresher than the rest.

"Hope, I never knew. I'm so sorry" John put his arm on her waist " I know what that pain is, I know it deep inside my heart"