Landon: My Killer Lover

Broken

Victoriå

He stopped the car down the block, catching me by surprise as I had told him which house it was.

Does he know?

"Thank you." I told him, staring up the street at my house,

I dreaded even the thought of going inside, knowing that my father was probably awake by now.

The sun had started rising and I looked over at him, finding him staring back at me emotionlessly.

"Thank You." I said again, trying to pass time and a small smirk formed on his blank face. Though he smirked, his eyes remained cold and nonchalant.

He pulled away from the curb, driving down the street and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Around the block." Was the only thing he said, leaning back in his seat.

I understood, letting out a small laugh as he gave me a few more minutes to think about how I was going to get into my house undetected.

If I got caught my mother was surely not going to back me up even though she knew why I left the house at night in the first place. Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and decided that whatever happens,

Happens.

After circling the block, he pulled up down the street again and looked over at me, raising an eyebrow as if to ask me if I was ready now and I nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

"Goodbye, Landon." I said, giving him a small smile just as his phone rang and he nodded.

"Bella."

Laughing, I opened the door and walked slowly to my house. He didn't drive away until I was by my front door.

His car then drove down the street slowly, not speeding away until he turned onto the next street. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door as quietly as possible, slipping inside and going toward the stairs. Just when I thought that I was in the clear, I felt a blow to the back of my head, instantly knocking me over. I fell to the ground, hitting my head against one of the steps.

I was barely conscious when I noticed that there was blood running down my forehead.

"Where were you?" He asked angrily, grabbing onto my hair and yanking my head backward.

I didn't respond and this only angered him.

This part always confuses me.

If I answered, he'd get mad.

If I didn't answer, he'd still be mad.

My head throbbed as I laid there, being pushed and tugged like a rag doll.

"You're a Slut!" He shouted and after that I just zoned out, staring at the roof again as he beat me violently.

My father was a tall, slightly muscular man. He had blonde hair and murky brown eyes that always filled with anger once he saw me. He has a lot of anger issues toward women as he said that we were all useless. When he was finished, I still didn't move. I couldn't.

It was too late to even begin to go to school and my body and face was too bruised and swollen to try hiding it.

I sighed, slowly sitting up then falling right back down, pounding on the floor with my fist as the pain in my ribs hit me. Tears both wet and dry coated my cheeks and I dragged myself up the stairs, going into my bathroom and sitting on the bathroom floor, turning the shower on and just,

Sitting there. I stared blankly ahead of me, then sighed. My lips were very swollen and I felt it.

I should start my own lip-line. "Naturally Violent" by Victoria Rhee.

You come in, get punched in the face and Voila! Temporary lip fillers and plumpers.

I was fully clothed as I sat there, watching all of the blood run down the drain. I cried, letting everything out by myself.

At a certain point the water was scorching hot, making my cuts ache and I didn't care right now.

I just needed someone that I could trust to talk to. I craved that.

Someone who wouldn't get me into trouble by reporting whatever I told them.

After a long time, I took my clothing off and showered, almost screaming in pain as the soap made contact with my cuts. I didn't hate my father and I didn't hate my mother either. It was hard to hate the very people that you once loved so much. I got out of the shower and went over to my door, jamming it with my computer chair and laying in bed, wishing that somehow, it could just swallow me whole.

A week later, I laid in my bed again, not leaving my room a single time this week.

My mother came by a few times but I couldn't even speak, so she left.

Today I felt a bit better, deciding that I'd go for a walk and stretch my sore and almost broken bones.

I got up, getting dressed and leaving when I knew that my father left for his night shift.

I went downstairs, deciding that I'd go to Dino's and get something to eat.

My mother was sitting in the Living Room and I kissed her cheek before leaving. Instantly being hit with the cold air as I stepped outside, tucking my hands into my pockets and staring up at the sky.

The night was busy, as it was still slightly early.

I walked all the way to Dino's, entering and taking a seat in one of the booths.

I stared out of the window as I thought and was interrupted by the same waiter as last time coming to my table.

"Another Blueberry Muffin?" He asked and I looked up, giving him a small smile.

"Hi. And yes, thank you." I replied, to which he returned my smile and left to get my order.

I relaxed slightly, sitting back and wondering why life just had to be this hard for me.

I could've been in my bed right now, talking to my friends on the phone about Celebrity Crushes that I'd never meet in life.

I placed my head down, still staring out of the window before I saw a black SUV drive by.

I was about to look away when I noticed that it stopped.

It reversed all the way back before pulling into the parking lot. The back door opened and I smiled slightly as I saw him step out of it.

He walked into the Cafe, walking over slowly before sitting in front of me and I smiled.

He just looked ahead of him, looking extremely angry and I felt like running.