Sqaisheys POV
Cold. I was cold. That's all I could feel. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had a large bruise covering my left eye, a cut that started on the bottom of my lip and ended just below my neck. There was also a faint, yellow, hand shaped bruise that was around my right shoulder. Small patches of my hair had been pulled out so I had multiple bald patches all over my scalp. I didn't even want to see the rest of the injuries that I had all over my body. I could feel them. It wasn't a nice feeling either.
Shakily, I lifted up my top until I could see my stomach. Half of my stitches were hanging out with dried blood on the edges of them. Three, large, vaguely foot shaped, light green marks were on my stomach as well as one of them covering the right side of my rib cage. I still remember when that girl stomped on me there. It was the point in which I called Stampy for help. I'm so glad that he actually came. I thought I was going to have to spend the night in that alley, silently crying, not knowing what to do.
I squeezed my eyes shut in a bad attempt to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill over. I couldn't cry yet. I pulled down my shirt and, for a moment, was tempted to look down at my legs. Yet I had a feeling that...It would just make me even more upset. I sat down on the very edge of the toilet and buried my head in my hands. This is what I get for running away, huh? I try and escape the things that were making me depressed and I just get even more hurt. Not physically...But mentally as well.
If it was my choice I would just go home right now. Yet if I did that I would just be in even more trouble. How did those three pictures of us even get leaked online anyways? Who took them? Was it the same girl? I wouldn't be that shocked if it was. What did I do to make her so mad at me? Did I say something to her? Did I even know her?! I just don't know...Though the gaps in between my fingers I looked down at my feet. They too were bruised and cut up. There wasn't a part of my body that wasn't badly damaged. If I did to back to my parents they wouldn't really care that much though. They would be more concerned about why I was dating somebody almost ten years older than me...I loved him though!
I only had two boyfriends in my whole life before Stampy. The first one broke up with me and the second one...Well...I'm still dating him. His forcing me to. I want to break up with him but I'm way to scared! He's already...No! I can't dwell on that one time. I deserved it. I was horrible to him. I deserved every single bruise that I got from him. A tear rolled down the side of my face. The same thing almost happened in that alleyway. Even though I don't think Imknow her I'm sure as soon as I find out who she is then...I will most likely remember the thing which made me deserve what I got.
There was a loud, but gentle, knock on the door. I hesitated opening it, out of fear that Stampy would tell me to go to the police. Another knock. Sighing, I stood up and opened the door a crack. Stampy stood in the doorway. Dried tears stuck to his face, his hair was messed up, and he smelt ever so slightly of vomit. Had...Had he been sick? He slowly wrapped his arms around my body and brought me close into his chest. His heart was pounding though his short, I could feel it.
"Sqaishey...Sqaishey...I'm so glad that you made it...You...You need to tell me what happened I'm afraid...You have to." He ran his fingers though my now thinning hair before kissing me on the top of the head.
"Do I have to...It's horrible!" I whimpered in reply. I was terrified. As soon as I told him he was going to go straight to the police.
"You're not gonna like this but I also need to call your parents." I felt a pang of fear flare up inside of me. No...NO! He couldn't tell my parents. They were going to kill me! I backed away from him and was about to slam the door shut so I could have a few more minutes of since but just as I was doing so Stampy stuck his leg out in front of him. The hard edge came into contact with his shin causing him to cuss loudly. "F**k! F**K! That hurt like f**king sh*t! Ugh, Sqaishey! Why would you do that." I knew what was going to happen next. Whenever I got into a fight like this with my boyfriend it would always end with him...Doing something to me.
Stampy pushed the door away from his leg and started to walk over to me. I slipped to the floor and pressed my back against the cold tiles that were laid across the floor. His hand brushed against my shoulder. No! This couldn't be happening!
"No! Please stop!" I screamed. Stampy took a few steps away from me. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, I really am Stampy...But please don't do the same thing my...My boyfriend does..." He stayed deadly silent.
Stampys POV
What did she mean? What did she mean by 'don't do what my boyfriend does'? What on earth does her boyfriend to do her? I didn't even know that she had a boyfriend! Whatever the heck he did to her it's defiantly made her scared about me going towards her, that's for sure. Shakily, I slowly walked over to her, holding my hands up at an small angle. Like I was getting gunned down by the police or something.
I squatted down next to her and lifted her up ever so slightly. She fought against me by trashing around. For some reason it made me want to cry. She's been though a whole load of bad stuff in the last few weeks and she's been trying to hold all of it in, the poor thing. From falling off a cliff, going into hospital, dealing with the fear of us dating, fear of her parents finding out, being beaten cruelly by her own Farther, to now...She was suddenly terrified of me holding her just because of something her boyfriend did. I had a few ideas about what exactly he did to her...And I didn't want to be thinking those thoughts.
After a few moments of her thrashing around in my arms she eventually calmed down and started sobbing. For a moment it was a bit awkward as I had no idea what to do. All I decided was best was to gently stroke her hair and wait for her to start up conversation. Jeez...Even her hair was messed up. It wasn't messy as if she just woke up though, there was around five patches of hair that had been entirely ripped out. Every time I ran my finger over them Sqaishey would flinch and start crying just a little bit harder.
"Stamp-Stampy-Stampy..." She choked out in between cries.
"It's okay Sqaishey, calm down. Come on, take a deep breath." I carefully started to stand up with her in my hands bridal style. "I'm going to take you to my room now. I'm going to lay you down on the bed, and then you're gonna have to try and tell me what happened, alright?" I walked out of the bathroom and made my way to my bedroom, which was on the other side of the apartment. While I was doing so Sqaishey wrapped both of her hands around my neck and sobbed into my shoulder.
I edged into my room and, as slowly as I could, laid her down onto the bed before running over to the door and turning on the lights. She didn't loot good. All the bruises on her skin were starting to appear. Each and every single mark on her body just told a story...A story of horrible pain and fear. I sat down beside my bed and placed my hand beside her head, right next to he biggest bald patch. There was a large cut against it. That's must've hurt like hell.
"Sqaishey...I know it may be hard...But you know what you need to do...You have to tell me everything that happened." She nodded timidly, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on top of them. "Do you want anything before you tell me? Some...Tea, coffee, water?"
"Can I just have some-some water please?" She mumbled. I nodded back as a reply, patted her on the head and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and started to fill it up when I heard a sort of choking/retching sound coming from my bedroom. Closely followed by the sound of her bursting into tears. I finished filling up the glass and ran back into the bedroom only to see vomit all over my bedsheets, floor, and even some on my bedside table, as well as Sqaishey. She was pale in the face. Just from the hallway I could see that she was shaking like crazy.
"Sqaishey!" I yelled out. I ran over to her and pulled her up and off from the bed. There was vomit all down her front as well. "Oh, Sqaishey..." I grabbed her shivering body and took her into the bathroom where I started to run a warm bath for her. While I was doing so she was sitting on the edge of the toilet, still sobbing. "Hey, come on now, Sqaishey. It's okay. We've all been sick on our beds at one point in our life." I rubbed her arm in an effort to calm her down.
"But...But I've never been sick on anybody's else's bed! It's just horrible! I'm so sorry Stampy...Do you promise me that you won't...do what my boyfriend did?" She trailed off as she got nearer the end of the sentence.
"Yes. I promise Sqaishey." I paused for a second."What did your boyfriend do? Tell me. Just by what you said I think you should break up with him." She hesitated, digging her nails into her wrists. Nothing could've prepared me for what she said next.
"He..He did something horrible..."
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AHH! Cliffhanger! Haha! Anyways...You will find out...probably not until Friday. I'm going on holidays and stuff!