I walked to the mirror, disappointed to see there were no signs of foul play, everything was right. Though, my skin seemed to have a bit of discoloration. A dream. Just a vivid dream. One small part of my head disagreed but, I ignored it. I threw a glance at the clock, 6:40 a.m. Still early.
I poked around Cain's room a little, finding nothing interesting. I was holding a little metal ring when the patter of feet upstairs scared me. I dropped the ring and looked up, smiling ruefully. Kids.
I dropped to my knees and stuck my hand under the bed. I grabbed the ring and was pulling away when my mind blanked. I stared at the bedpost, a foreboding feeling rising within me. There were claw marks and peeled back wood on the post. Hahah. Just like in my dream. Dream?
Was it a dream? It was wasn't it? Of course. Just cause the wood's scratched. But, maybe I should investigate further.
I snagged a flashlight off the dresser and flicked it on, casting light under the bed. A little bottle glinted as the light splintered off it. Eh? I pulled out the bottle and looked closer at it.
It had a pure white label wrapped around it center, minuscule words following the bottle's curve. I squinted closer at the biggest word.
Cortisone
Cortisone? I reached into my memory of 10 grade human science. Reduces inflammation and is used as a painkiller. Inflammation is swelling. Swelling you can get from getting punched in the head or knocked out.
But.. Cortisone wouldn't completely deflate the bump. I delved deeper into my memory of last night, remembering exactly the place he hit me. Not the front, but... the back. I reached up a shaky hand and touched the back of my hand, patting my head gingerly.
Sure enough, on the back-side of my head a speed knot had formed. I pushed a little and winced.
Damn.
So much for being a dream. My hope faded and I wondered on what to do next. Shou-
*Knock Knock Knock*
The door was pushed open and I put my hand behind my back, trying to be non-nonchalant. Cain stood in the doorway, emerald eyes half closed. That was, until he saw I was already up.
"Oh. You're up." He pointed out, voice gruff with sleep and sounding hot. At that thought I blushed slightly and nodded.
"U-um, yup." The bottle was barely concealed behind my back. I'm sure any other girl would have jumped into his arms, crying about how scary it was. Not me. I was going to investigate.
"Well..." I trailed off. He looked at me suspiciously.
"What's in your hand?" Cain questioned, trying to look behind me. Think!
"Nothing." I lied smoothly. It seemed smooth but on the inside I was surprised at how hard it was to lie to him.
"Kat." He said sternly. I knew he would find out soon but, not this soon!
"It's woman supplies." I shrugged with a smirk. His eyes widened and he backed out of the room, mumbling, "Sorry I ever asked."
He shut the door and I let out a breath. Thank god. I pulled the bottle back out and stared at it in disgust. Great. He was here, beat me, threatened me, and drugged me. But, no proof.
I punched my hand into the bed.
Might as well dig more, I thought. I bent over to peek under the bed again, flashlight in hand.
Another small bottle glinted with light. Jesus, you have to kidding me.
I blindly threw my hand under, grasping for the bottle. It's surface was cold. I pulled it out from under and studied it for a moment. An makeup bottle. My shade. Oh god. I fled the room, passing Cain in the hall. He gave me a suspicious look, but didn't stop me.
I made a quick stop in the white room and snatched up some clothes, before sprinting to the bathroom. I peeled my clothes away. I turned on the water, everything down in a rush. I felt some tears skim down my cheeks, scared of the bruises I would have.
The hot water relaxed some of my tense muscles. But, as I was beginning to warm up inside, my blood ran cold. I looked down at my arms, watching as the bruises came to life as the make-up washed away. Oh god, no. I ran my hands through my hair shakily and sat in the corner of the shower, the hot water still kissing my skin.
Throughout the shower, more bruises appeared. A few were splayed across my stomach and hips, discoloring the skin in a blue-ish hue. I glanced down at my legs and grimaced, seeing they were bruised as well.
God, even when I'm knocked out? I clenched my fist, driving nails into my palms. The water still beat down, but it's warmth wasn't comforting anymore. My eyes started to water and I let go. I cried quietly for a while, just sat in the corner of the shower, sobbing.
I picked myself up and went through my shower routine, not even paying attention. I stepped out of the shower, putting on my clothes without a glance. I sucked in a deep breath and turned to the mirror.
The breath I had been holding came out as a strangled sob. My porcelain was now battered. There was a deep purple ring around my right eye and my lip was busted. There was a purple mark climbing up my left cheek. I still looked like me, but abused.
How was I going to hide this from Cain? I looked down at my shaking hands. My wrists were a little swollen and clearly showed redish-purple marks from where the cuffs rubbed against my skin.
I spun around looking for some measure of cover. I spotted a hoodie hanging on the knob of the closet door. Sighing, I pulled it off the handle. There was a Linkin park emblem embroidered on the front and I smiled. At least it isn't too conspicuous. Just a girl wearing a hoodie. Maybe.
"Oi! Kitkat? Ready to go?" Jake sang, passing the door. I breathed in a deep breath and stared in the mirror, desperately wanting to throw a punch and shatter myself. It was sick. I threw the hoodie on and pulled it down to conceal my face.
Please forgive me for my future lies, Cain.Please.
Especially the ones I'm about to tell.
"Yeah, I'm ready." ~
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Hidden Beauty (Under Reconstruction)
Teen FictionKaterina Herald has something to hide, something very real. Facing an absent mother and an especially angry father- she's become used to cowering. However, when the new student Cain Masters rolls in, he becomes intrigued by the struggle Kat faces. W...
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