"What?" I responded, hoping I could get out of telling him.
"What was life like before Jake?"
"Terrible."
"Tell me?"
"I really don't want to."
"Please baby." He kissed my cheek.
"No." I shed a tear from remembering everything.
"Baby. Whatever happen, will never happen again. I promise. I'm right here, and nothing will happen as long as you're with me and the rest of BVB. It's ok. Please, tell me."
"Fine."
Well, my mother was an alcoholic and so was my father. They were ok people while they were sober; but when they were drunk, they beat me, molested me, and who the hell knows what they did when I was unconscious. They were drunk almost all the time. Only about an hour a day were they around me, and sober. From birth to 3 years old, they didn't drink; but on my 4th birthday, once I was capable of doing alot by myself because the didn't do much when I was 2 and 3, they started drinking. Ages 4-6 were ok, I guess. They'd just hit me if I didn't do what they wanted. When I turned 7, the started beating the living shit out of me; just because they could. They tattooed my arm with the numbers '728' for my birthday; and so they could recognize me if I tried to escape. I was unconscious alot, for at least an hour at a time. The guy who lived next to us was a doctor; and he knew that my parents did this. He was the one they would call so that I didn't die while unconscious. Around 8 and a half years old, my mom and dad asked me to undress in front of them, and then lay down in this bed we had in the basement. They said if I didn't, they'd beat me again. Then my dad and mom tied me down to the bed with a rope, and raped me. I was beat and molested constantly until I was almost 10. I had also developed a habit of cutting my wrists. Eventually, I had finally gotten the courage to call 911. They put my parents, and the doctor guy in jail for 35 years. I was put into an adoption agency for about 4 months before Jake adopted me. When he did, I told him I wanted him to change my name. He asked why, and I told him what I just told you. Jake is the only one who knows my story, besides you. My name was originally Maribeth Flouwer Jones. Now it's Kaytie Ella Pitts. We cut and dyed my hair, removed my tattoo, and took me to the hospital to make sure that I wasn't physically or mentally damaged. All of this happened within a day, because I didn't want Ella to know. She knows only anything that happened to me the second I walked into this house; and my birthday. It took me and Jake about 3 months, but we finally broke me of my cutting habit.
By now, I was crying so hard. I couldn't believe I just relived the life I said I'd never live again. I couldn't stand it, I told Andy not to follow me, because I was going to my room to cry; hoping my dad would hear me. I ran into my room, and slammed the door. I jumped onto my bed and started crying. All I could hear was the muffled sound of me crying, until I felt someone's hand on my back. It was my mom.
"Kay, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I want Dad."
"Why sweetheart? Just tell me what's wrong."
"I want Dad!" I said, a little louder than before.
"Ok. Ill go get Dad then."
She walked away, and I cried into my pillow. Soon I felt my dads fingertips, scratching my back. I sat up and hugged him, as he protectively wrapped his arms around me.
"What happen sweetheart."
"M-Maribeth." I said shakily.
That name was a sin in this house. My dad even made sure Mom never said it. If I did say it, he knew what I was talking about.
"Oh sweetheart," he gripped me tighter, "what happen. How'd you remember this?"
I couldn't tell him the truth. He'd figure out me and Andy are dating; and that would ruin me.
"A plane came by and it had that name on the flag behind it. Although, I'm assuming her and some guy are now engaged."
My dad chuckled, then held me tighter. "Oh. It'll be ok princess. I'm here now. Nothing is going to happen to you. They're in jail. They can't get you. It's ok. Go back to sleep. Do you want me to sleep in here with you?"
I shook my head no. "No. You go sleep with mom. I feel bad that I pushed her away; but can one of the guys come sleep with me?"
He thought for a second, then shook his head. He got up, and left.
ANDY'S POV
Jake walked into my room. This couldn't turn out good.
"Andy, you up?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I need you to sleep with Kay tonight."
Did he just say that? "Why?"
"She had a bad dream, and she wants one of you guys to sleep with her. Everyone but Ashley and you are asleep, and I'm not gonna let Ash sleep with her. Not that I don't trust him, but."
I got up, and walked towards him. He started to speak, but I stopped him.
"Yes, I know that if I try anything you'll have my balls on a platter and fed them to a pack of wolves."
"Good, so we've had this talk."
"Over a million times with all 4 of us."
He laughed And we walked into Kay's room. I saw her try to hide a smile, and I smiled.
"Hi Kaytie." I smiled, trying to sound as friend-like as I could.
"Hey Andy. Sorry. I don't want to be alone." She said.
"It's fine. I understand. I don't want to be alone after nightmares either."
Jake started talking. "Ok, Kay. Are you gonna be ok?"
"Yes Daddy, I'm fine."
"Ok. Night dear. Love you."
"Love you too."
Jake walked off, then eyeballed me. I nodded and walked towards Kay. I sat on the edge of her bed, until Jake left. I then crawled into be with her, and she cuddled into me. I hugged her tightly, and protectively.
"It's ok sweetheart. It's ok."
I felt her relax, and I knew she was asleep. Not long after that, I fell asleep.
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Her story was bad, so I thought I'd make the ending cute. Like I said, nothing like this has ever happened to me. But to anyone this has happened to, even if it wasn't that bad, I'm so sorry. Stay strong loves. Call authorities, I don't care what whoever says they'll do. I love you<3