— Warning: Heavy Violence —
Gnashton Wade
I smile at her and dump the towel into her hands.
"Wipe the floors with that," I tell her and she gives me a confused look.
I laugh a little and grab the towel from her. I bend down onto my knees and start wiping the floors before looking up at her and smiling.
"Like this," I demonstrate again.
She claps her hands, giggling like she now understands what I mean. I stand up and give her the towel. She instantly gets on her knees and attempts to do what I did but she doesn't do it as well as I did because her arms are smaller and aren't as strong as mine but that's okay because she's trying her best.
I open up a squeaky cupboard and pull out a large black trash bag. I start to take empty cans that are on the table and throw them inside the trash bag. I'm really happy because I'm helping mommy and daddy so when they get home they'll be proud of us and really happy. Hopefully they don't drink that juice that makes them act mean and we'll play puzzle games.
Maybe mommy and daddy will be nice to Kate because that's what I wished for on Christmas. That mommy and daddy would be nice to Kate for my birthday since they were very mean to her on Christmas and gave her a big scar on her back. She walks weird because of it.
I hear the sound of keys followed by the front door opening and I jump up from where I was picking up cans of tuna fish. Kate stumbles a little bit before she gets up too and smiles brightly while clapping her hands. Taking her hand, we await mommy and daddy's entrance into the kitchen so that I can show them what we were doing for them.
Even though we weren't done, we were almost done and the kitchen looked nicer now. I see their figure as they approach and soon I can see their faces. They smell like that juice and it burns my nose. Mommy sways to the side while daddy wears a glare with a glass bottle in his hand.
I'm hesitant, scared to speak or move because I didn't know if they were in a good mood or not.
"Mommy!" Kate shrieks out, throwing her hands up.
Mommy glares at her, her lips curling into a snarl and I frown.
"W-we cleaned t-the kitchen," I stutter.
They don't say anything at all and I shift a bit, taking Kate's small hand in my own even though she was trying to bounce her way over to mommy who stared at her like she was this disgusting rat beneath her feet. She stared at Kate like she hated her existence and wanted her gone and that made the building anger flood me inside but I couldn't release it. I wanted mommy and daddy to be happy.
"Is that—" mommy says her words weirdly, "is that your towel, Hank."
Daddy squints his eyes and I follow his gaze as he looks at his towel that's on the floor covered in the dirt that was on the floor. His large hands clench into fists and he bared his teeth, his canines exposed and I'm so scared that a whimper escapes past my lips. I'm shaking my head vigorously before I know it while trying to push Kate behind me because I'm so scared that they'll hurt her.
This is all I can as he approaches me angrily and throws me away, onto the ground. Tears stream down my face as I see daddy shove Kate to the ground. She explodes with tears and sobs and it gets worse when he kicks her like she was nothing but a rag doll. Her cries are so loud and they hurt my ears but daddy doesn't care at all. I turn around with tears streaming down my face as I look at mommy's face that shows how little she cares. A white and yellow tiny stick is between first and middle fingers, a lighter in her other hand.
"M-mommy," I stutter out, "please s-stop daddy."
Her eyes are dull and she lights the stick, blowing out smoke my way and I cough.
"I hate that girl," she chuckles darkly, "I don't give a fuck."
My tears increase as my heart clenches within my chest. I turn back around, the sound of Kate's screams causing shivers of fear to rack through my body furiously. I see daddy stomp on her face, leaving her left eyes swollen shut. I can see her arms bruised and I think even broken by the way they were twisted.
I'm shaking my head, wishing that this was all a dream and suddenly I'd just magically wake up because this was torture. I wish he'd just hurt me instead of her. Kate didn't deserve any of this. She didn't want this. Why Kate? She didn't ask for any of this.
My heart stops the minute that daddy breaks the glass bottle. The liquid spills out, the shattered remains of the glass falling beside his feet. What makes my blood run cold is what he does next. He crouches down and stabs her inside the stomach with the sharp end of the bottle. At first she screams and cries but slowly her cries fade until there's a deafening silence.
Tears stream down my face but there's not a remainder of emotion left on my face. The woman I call my mom approaches and she stands bedside the man I call my dad and they look down at Kate's body as crimson red pools out of her. They begin to laugh, their sounds of cynical joy stirs a fire inside me. Emotionlessly, I glance down at a shard of glass the remains on the floor beneath the man's feet.
It taunts me, speaking to me and I listen to it as crude thoughts enter my mind and fill me with a darkness I've never experienced before. It whispers for me to do things I'd never done before and prompts my actions.
Bending down, I grip the shard of glass in my right hand tightly and see my own blood coat it as it cuts deeply into the palm of my hand. The feeling is nice, the pain, but it isn't enough for me to just stand here and cut into my own flesh. Clutching the glass, I watch as the woman turns to look at me and I look back at her with dead eyes. The man looks at me as well.
"What is it?" He speaks but his voice drives me insane, mad with a feeling unknown to me.
Before I could think or comprehend what I was doing, I lurched forward and drive the sharp glass into his chest, directly into his heart or where I assumed his heart was. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth as he grunts but the blood pools out of his lips and chest as I rip the glass out of him in delight.
He falls and the woman looks at me with wide eyes. I don't allow her to move as I sink the glass into her stomach and tear into her flesh. She releases a cry of her own as she falls onto the floor right beside Kate.
I don't stop there, I can't.
I thrust the glass over and over again, repeatedly into the man and woman until I see red. When I get tired, I back away with a slight stumble and look at the remains. Three lifeless bodies and all I can say is:
"I hate them," I grip the glass tighter and allow it to cut into my skin, "I don't give a fuck."
Dropping the glass, I walk away with blood splattered all over me but I don't look back because I don't want to. I'm in the forest and I don't know where I am but that's okay because I don't care to know where I am at the moment. I was always told not to roam about alone but everything I was told before, every emotion I've stupidly felt before was now a memory of the past.
As I walked, I began to shed off every garment of clothing because I didn't want the clothes those people gave me on my back any longer. I wound up at a tree, no longer than a few minutes later Werewolves surround me. Maybe they'd end my life for me so that I didn't have to. Another wolf approaches and he's a large wolf, larger than any other wolf I've ever seen.
I don't care. I don't care about anything at all so I say:
"Kill me if you have to, if not leave me be to die."
And I meant every single last word.
Instead of death, I was taken in. The man who took me? Elijah Wade of the Silver Creek Pack.
"And I've been here ever since then. I kept wanting to take my life away because I didn't want to fucking live baring this damn pain but then you came into my life. Even when I didn't know we were mates, I still undeniably felt something for you. You made things easier for me, you made me want to protect you. You did crazy things to me and I hated you at first, I really did, but as time went on you just...sparked a desire within me that made me want to live because seeing your face every day makes living worthwhile," I say words to Niklaus that I've never say aloud but have only ever thought about.
He's crying, his body vibrates violently and I get off of my knees and sit beside him before I pull him onto my lap and wrap my arms around his smaller frame. He can't say anything in response and I know that but his tears speak volumes to me. There doesn't have to be an exchange of words for me to understand exactly what he's saying because I read him well without the need for words to be spoken.
He looks at me, wiping at his eyes and a smile plays at my lips.
"I'm sorry I'm crying, you should be crying right now but here I am being an attention seeker," he hiccups, "I hate myself so much."
"That's okay," I press a kiss onto the bottom of his eye, kissing his tears away, "I love you enough for the both of us."
His bottom lip trembles.
"Love?" He sniffles, his eyes searching mine.
With no doubt, no hesitation and only finality, I nod.
"Love," I confirm.
He covers his face and I can't help but laugh at his reaction. Gently pulling his hands away I kiss his flushed cheeks. His lips are trying so hard not to curl up into a smile but they do and I eagerly press my lips against his. I repeatedly press my lips all over his face, enjoying the way he releases little giggles. He pulls away and looks at me with wonder in his eyes.
"You're literally the best plot twist I never saw coming," he mouths shyly as he ducks his head, resting his forehead against my chest.
I chuckle, the sentiment warming my heart as I press my lips onto the top of his head.
"You're the miracle I didn't ask for but don't regret receiving," I whisper softly to him.
He wiggles around and I can tell how giddy I've just made him. I pull him down onto his bed and wrap him tightly in my arms, secretly afraid he'll try to end his life. Just the memory of seeing this pills in his hands makes me tighten my grip on him.
I may have not been able to protect the one other person in this world that I loved but I'll be damned if I lose another.
"Never do that again," I growl out.
I feel him nod his head.
"I want to read your lips, baby," I say as I look down at him.
He looks up at me and I take in his beautiful blue eyes.
"I promise," he mouths.
I press a satisfied kiss on his forehead and draw him closer to me.
I'll be damned if I let anyone take him away from me.
It gets less depressing, hopefully.
~xoxo, Babybird.