You do as I say, understood?

Shit Hits the Fan

"Let's go inside. I want to see." I state as a command

"I don't want to show you... plus.. I want to smoke another cigarette.." she says as she puts out her cigarette and reaches for the pack on the patio table, her hands are trembling and I sigh as I walk towards her, putting my cigarette out as well and grabbing her pack as I get another cigarette for her out. I place it between her lips and I grab the lighter. She hesitates as she tries to reach for it

"I won't look okay? You're shaking a lot.. let me light it for you.." she nods softly as I pull down on the lighter, the flame quickly coming up, she leans forward to light her cigarette as I look at her face out of the corner of my eye. My stomach plummets as I catch a glimpse of her black eye and the two huge bruises on her face. Her busted lip, and the bruise around it, my eyes fill with tears as I pull the lighter away and set it down on the table. Wrapping her slowly up into my arms as I hold her trembling body against mine. Who did this to her?! What the fuck is going on. I am fucking livid right now. And if Adelaide doesn't start fucking talking then I know I'm going to lose my cool soon.
She releases the smoke between her lips as I look down at her small trembling figure

"Adelaide.. I need you to be completely honest with me. Please.. what happened. You can trust me. You can tell me absolutely anything, I would never judge you okay? But I'm really worried right now. And I need you to start talking to me. Now." I state, my voice cracking as the tears flood my eyes.
No Demi. You can't cry. You have to be strong for her.

"I'm sorry Demi... I can't tell you..." she says in almost a whisper, her voice completely broken, with no emotion whatsoever. That's it. Enough.
I lift her up from the chair, carrying her in my arms and I take the cigarette away from her, putting it out in the ashtray as I open the door and carry her in. Setting her down on the counter in the kitchen and turning on the light. She holds her hands over her face to hide it from me. My stomach turns even more as I see her bruised and cut open knuckles

"Adelaide. What happened. Talk to me! God damnit I'm right here!! Just fucking talk to me! Move your hands!" The sound of my voice echoing in her house makes her jump as she makes herself even smaller than she already is. Like she's trying to just completely disappear
She cries softly into her hands, then slowly starts to remove them from her face. She looks down at the ground

"Look at me. Please. Look at me."

She shivers as her face slowly turns up to face mine. I let out a gasp as I look at her completely broken and bruised face. The black eye completely hugging her left eye, the white in her eye completely red and bloodshot, two huge black bruises on either side of her face, her lip completely busted open, and a small bruise hugging her lips. I look down at her neck and see a hand mark around it. Tears start to pour down my face, my blood completely fucking boiling at the sight

"You need to take off your clothes and show me your body. Right now." I command through my fit of tears. She slowly nods and I help her off of the counter and follow her towards her room. I turn on the light. Her room is always super neat. But not today, her bed is completely messy, there's blood on the sheets and on the ground. I try to hold my anger. I need to see her body and all the damage that has been done to her. Then we will sit and talk about who did this and I will drive her to the hospital, then inform the cops. One step at a time.

She looks up at me with broken eyes, as she starts to slide off her black hoody, then her leggings. My stomach is turning and my knees feel weak as I look at her broken and battered body. Whip marks clutching onto her body, gashes covering her from head to toes. And the black bruises engulfing her small figure.
I look up at her, her body trembling as I grab her arm. She flinches and I look down, wide, deep gashes covering her entire forearm. I know that this.. she did to herself. Tears flow down my cheeks, and I see both her wrists and ankles have marks on them, like she was tied up. I'm going to kill whoever fucking did this to her. I swear to god.