Hiccup

Every single time I cry for too long. . .I hiccup. If he hears it, he comes in with his belt in hand. Today, he didn't wake. His body lifeless on the couch. I tip-toe out of the house, closing the door quietly. I'm free. I run, my hands in the air, hoping for someone to see me and ask me if I'm okay. 'No,' I'd tell them, 'Not in the slightest bit.' A boy called out to me, calling me ma'am. He took my hand and looked into my eyes.

"You're covered in burns. Are you hurt?" His voice, gentle and caring. Tears bubbled in my throat, making me hiccup. Within minutes, I was inside of his car and we were in the parking lot of the Hospital. He touched my hand, bringing me inside. When the doctor came close to me, I flinched. The boy held my hand, nodding. When we finished, we sat in the car again. "Who hurts you?" He asked. No. I can't tell you. Then he'll be after me and he'll hurt you. I don't want that. All you've done is shown me kindness. My hand touched his cheek, giving him a soft smile. He didn't ask me anything more. He dropped me off at the park he found me at.

"Calaway. But call me Cal." He sped off after giving me a tight hug. The second I stepped into the house he threw my body into the wall and smacked me. He whipped me, screaming and panting. My cries couldn't be heard over his shouting. He opened my door and threw me inside, spitting onto my face. His steel-toe boot jabbed into my ribs, making me cry out. Cry all you want, no one is going to save you. You're a waste of space, you don't deserve to live. You fucking oblivion. I wish you were never born, you fucking disappointment! His words hurt, no matter how much I hear them. He leaves me there, crying and hiccuping. Cal. . .Please. . .I need you now. With that, shouts filled the house, making me jump. I crawled into my closet and held my hand over my ears. A gunshot. People are here. They shouldn't be. Thump. My door opens, making me tense up. Cal's voice echoes throughout the empty cell. I push open the closet doors and run over to him, crying. His hands hold me up, pulling me close. I try to speak. . . But nothing comes out. Nothing. Cal shakes his head and smiles. He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. I dig my heels into the floor, shaking my head.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore. We took care of him." Cal's eyes showed me the world. I nodded, still scared to move. He lies on the floor, motionless. Cal puts his hands on my eyes and guides me out of the house. Sirens and flashing lights make me scream. My vision goes black and I know that I've died.

~End~