My boyfriend, The werewolf

Chapter 3

Turning Numb


Okay, so maybe I wasn't old enough to drink yet. But who said if you're 17 and under you can't drink? Never stopped me before. But I had enough on my plate as it is! Wait, wasn't that the reason I was drinking? I mean, first I couldn't sleep because of that dream. Second and most importantly I ran out of the Art room completely humiliated! What will Alex think of me now? That I'm a cry baby! Yeah, a great first impression! Again, note the sarcasm.

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Great! It was raining, just peachy. I walk into the house, after trying eight times to get the lock undone. Oh, yes that smell. Who could not enjoy the smell of beer and cigars? Well, me for one. My number one guess is that my dad is wasted and sprawled out on the couch, catching flies. Bingo!

I sigh, it was always me who cleaned up his mess. Always me who put him to bed. Always me who cried myself to sleep at night. Always me wondering why I live? Always me, turning numb.

“Where were you, you little bitch!?” his voice was slurred and any sane person could tell he was drunk. If not by his speech. His breath would do the job. A sure give away.

He grabbed me by my hair. I just stared at him. I knew what was next. I could count it down if I wanted to. Like clockwork. A perfect rhythm.

SMACK!

I felt nothing now. The pain had ceased, a regular routine.

'Just feel numb' I chanted the words over, and over again.

CRACK!

More ribs broken. More bruises formed. I groan. Remember when I said I didn't feel anything? A total lie! “You ungrateful little bitch” his words cut me to the core. Even if he didn't mean them, what way was that to talk to your child?

I finally found my voice to speak. Not the best idea I ever had. I tried to sit up, mistake I felt wheezy. Okay, a big understatement there. I felt more then a bit wheezy, I felt like puking what ever was in my stomach. Just, stay quite and sit here. No, I'm through sitting around and being quite.

I don't want to hurt anymore.

“Y-You call me, ungrateful?” my voice cracked. No, be strong.

“Shut up!”
He struck me again, harder then the last. I was just underneath his foot, as he undid his belt.  So many possibilities of what that meant flew threw my mind. Okay, my father is not a perverted rapist or anything but when he's really drunk. He can get...well very close to that.

I cower underneath him. So much for staying strong. You think I'd be used to this by now, huh? Well so far, you're wrong. Please, not the belt. I can handle anything other then the belt. Looks like I'm not so lucky at wishing.

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“Ow! Watch it Alex!” I hissed squirming underneath him. No, you perverts it's not what you think! Apparently, while I was getting my daily beating Alex was about to come over anyway. God knows why. He saw me, sprawled out on the floor. Covered in blood and bruises. Thus, where we are now.

In his room.

Whoever said Peroxide doesn't hurt didn't feel the pain! I should light the bastard on fire who ever invented such a painful medicine. Maybe that's not such a good idea, with the conciseness at hand. A.K.A. Me getting slammed up in jail or an all girls boarding school and getting ass raped. Okay, so maybe I do watch a little too much T.V. But I could get sewed thus, those possibilities!

See I am smart! In my own little world of course.

“There, you're all cleaned up want your lollipop now or later?” Alex's sarcastic voice broke into my daydreaming. I glare at him. He smirked more.

Wait, did he say lollipop?

I want a lollipop!!!!

“Hey, Reily did you hear me?”

I blink. Man, I have to stop going into dreamland!!! I look at Alex again. He is hot. Wait, no. Bad,Bad,Bad. He's my best friend, I refuse to think the thought that I love him!! Even if it is true.

He sighed, “Clearly not, I said what happened this time?” his voice was calm. It surprised me.

I look down. What did he think happened? The same thing that always happened! I come home late, my father's drunk and he beats me. End of story.

Wait, is he touching my face?

I stare at his clear blue eyes. They really do look like they're reading your soul. Why was he touching my face again? And why is my face wet?

“You're crying...” he whispered.

Well, no shit I'm crying. Wouldn't you be crying if you felt useless too?

“Alex...I...I don't know what else to do” I whispered. Barely above a whisper actually, I had to hide that cracking voice. It would make me look weak, not only did I hate that feeling. I hate seeing that pitiful look in Alex's eyes.

He held me to him, just like he used to do when we were kids and I got my knee scrapped up or my ice cream fell. “You're alright now...shh” he tried his best to sooth me. Rubbing my back and tracing circles plus other imaginary objects I couldn't figure out.

I sigh, whipping my eyes. He looked different. But he was still the same little boy I knew. That made me smile slightly. I lean into him, trying not to fall asleep. Yet, Alex beat me to it.

Maybe I didn't have to drink to feel numb? Maybe I didn't have to feel numb at all. And Maybe with Alex by my side, everything will be alright? Or maybe it's just another dream.

And I'm passed out on the floor in a local bar.

The clock ticking the minutes away.