Fate Collapsed [1]

Chapter 1

His hand knotted into my hair, painfully tangling the blond hair. I soon found myself staring at a pair of furious green eyes. A drunken fist collided with my jaw with a sickening crack. I clenched my mouth shut, preventing the loud shriek from leaving my burning throat. The bubbling laughter came from my high mother, just over my step-father's broad shoulder. He soon joined in on her contagious giggle, while slamming me into the cold hardwood floor. Michael dusted his hands off as if he had taken out the trash. Scumbag, I bitterly thought. "Worthless." My mom muttered with a disapproving smile. I couldn't help it as a warm, lonesome tear slid down my pale face. I looked around the room; the dark blue walls haunted me, reminding me of my morbid life. The only piece of furniture in my room was a small dresser, half filled with clothes. A torn rug, with a few pillows, and papers scattered everywhere along side of my precious guitar. My door slammed shut, and I held my breath until I heard the old trashy television click on. Relieved I let out the breath I had been holding as I waited for his loud snoring to fill the eerie house. As I sat there I quietly pulled out my writing note book, and began to jot down my emotions, letting them loose. Biting my lower lip in frustration, I raced through my brain trying to find something to fit the rest of the song.
Suddenly a boisterous sound came from the living room, breaking my concentration. Shrugging myself off the ground I crept to the plain white door cracking it open to peak into the other room. A smile slid upon my face as I made a mad dash to the bathroom, shutting myself in the room I cranked on the water. I pulled out my shower caddy that I had stashed behind the sink a few years back. Sliding off my red t-shirt I stepped into the freezing cold shower. I let the water beat on my bruised skin, numbing the pain mentally and physically. My wet hair matted down on my head, undoing the wretched tangles Michael had created with his fists. Slowly I washed my hair scrubbing it vigorously getting all the dirt out. I clamped my eyes shut, letting each emotion make its way threw me. A loud bang from the other room made me quickly turn off the cold water, and I hurried over to the towel rack. Panicked I dried myself as fast as I could, throwing on my clothes in the process and slipped out of the bathroom.
I soon found myself face to face with the man that was my supposed father, his face was unmistakably angry. He stood there with his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently, and that stupid smirk deepened when he saw me.
“What… The HELL do you think YOU’RE doing!” His raspy voice screeched as he huffed and puffed like he was the wolf in the Three Little Pigs. I finally snapped. I have had enough of this, and I was going to end it…now. My face turned into a puckered expression, scrunching in anger as I turned to him and calmly told him to,
” Shut the hell up” His face turned purple, and his eyes glazed over in shock. I gave him a crooked smile as I started to walk away, quiet pleased with myself. I should have known that he wasn’t going to left this one go. I froze as I heard him stomp his way over crashing into random objects in his drunken stupor. I felt his hand clamp down on my shoulders, hard. I cried out in pain and turned to him. “Do you think you will be able to get away with this forever?” I threw in his face as I unthinkingly reeled my hand back and hit him with all of my strength. He winced in pain screaming inappropriate comments my way as he grasped his already swollen cheek. Stalking me like a hunter he turned on me swinging his fists in an aimless fury, hitting me three times in the face with a harmful force. Quickly, to get the upper hand I shoved my knee where I knew it would hurt, and I kneeled near him as he laid in a fetal position on the ground.
“Let me tell you right now, that you won’t, because I’m done with your s**t.” I muttered strongly looking him directly in the eyes as I said it. Hearing my mother’s clacking high heels I quickly hopped off the ground and folded my arms across my chest. I paused, as I looked into my step father’s eyes that were filled with hatred, and anger. I was suddenly pulled by my soaked hair to my feet facing the witch I was supposed to call my mother. Her red hair was cut short and curled in the frizziest way manageable. My face was about an inch from hers, and she glared at me with a drunken stare. Her hand quickly slapped me across the face before I could react she was pushing me to the front door.
“Get the hell out of my house and never come back!” she muttered so fiercely that even in her drunken state she had said the truth, you could see it in her dead eyes. I felt my own eyes feel with hurt as I walked out of the house with as much pride I could muster. I could hear the front door slam behind me letting me know that the future will be bright, weather I wanted it to be or not. I heard my feet pelt the side walk as the rain started to pour down. The sound was a luscious calm; I began breathing correctly as I lost myself in my thoughts. I found myself turning around swiftly, dashing for my house as it hit me that I had left my most important item with those awful people.
I crouched down low on the ground peaking through the broken window that sat next to the blaring television. My eyes shifted from side to side as I scoped the area for any sort of threat. If Michael ever saw me again he would sure as hell put me in my place, without a doubt. Seeing nothing suspicious I leapt through and landed with a light thud on the gray hardwood floors. I tip-toed quietly being sure to avoid all of the creaks on the way, I shut my door and heaved a sigh of relief. I grabbed my school bag and an over sized purse where I threw as much stuff as I could fit in it. At last I reached my guitar, shoving it in the case it came with. I heard an earsplitting crash come from somewhere else in the small house, as expected shouting was soon to follow. I ran for the small window as their fight hit supersonic, and gently sat the guitar outside the window. I was soon to follow, and as soon as my sneakers hit the grass I sprinted as far as I could go from that repulsive house.
I slowed to a walk as I was waiting for my breath to return, my body felt defeated like I no longer have anything to live for. Yet I kept going, even though I felt like I should be giving up, I kept walking. I had finally looked up long enough to see the next street sign; I was at least four miles from the trailer park where my house was. A wave of exhaustion hit me and I collapsed on the edge of the sidewalk, burying my head in my hands. I took deep breaths as I fought of the sleepiness refusing to close my eyes, even for a second. I could hear cars zoom past me, most of their radios blared loudly reaching my ear as background noise. It seemed as if the world had frozen, or more like I froze and everyone else around me were still moving. I removed my face from my hands as I began to shiver from the cold rain that still pelted me and my bags.
I watched the each car that past me, jealousy flew threw me like a twister as I watched the families and friends laugh and talk. Some fought or whined at each other, but at least they were family, they loved each other even if they won’t admit it. I’m not even a part of a family; I’m just living with a wannabe mother and an awful step father. It’s like Cinderella backwards except I’m not living in a fairytale, but a nightmare instead. Bored of sitting on the wet pavement, I stood and grabbed my stuff off the ground. I started walking to a place where I knew I could sleep for the night. I felt my feet beginning to drag as my muscles screamed for me to stop, but I wouldn’t I had to make it. Reaching for the white picket fence I opened the aged gate, and made a beeline for the bench closest to me. I dropped my things, and fell on the bench looking around the abandoned park next to the dark highway. My eyes were getting heavier, and I found myself sprawling across the tiny bench. Just as I was about to fall asleep a loud car horn blew through the night and I shot up, no longer tired.
I saw a car door pop open as I tall muscular guy got out, slamming it behind him as he walked gracefully towards me. I couldn’t really see him through the heavy rain, but from what I could make out he look very familiar. I stood up in alarm throwing my bags on my shoulder. I crossed my arms in defense as he came closer, squinting at me as if he was trying to figure out who I was. Suddenly it hit me as I met his electric blue eyes, my heart thumped loudly in my ear as memories flashed through my head so fast it almost gave me a headache.
“Kyle?” His deep voice called with uncertainty. I froze almost happy to see him, and then I remember what happened between us. Anger boiled through my veins and I could almost imagine steam blowing out of my ears. He stomped closer to me and suddenly he was there right in front of me, so close that you could barely fit a novel between us. I glared at him and kept my mouth tightly closed, because if I opened it right now it wouldn’t be pretty. “Well, long time no see. Eh?” I rolled my brown eyes at his icebreaker, and took an insecure step backwards.
“Isn’t this just peachy,” I grumbled as my eyes shot daggers at him. He matched my step as he towered over my small figure and he rolled his own eyes. I watched intensively as he tried hard not to smile at my sarcasm, but an impish grin soon formed on his handsome face. I saw the wheels turning in his head as an idea occurred to him, and I felt my face crumble with anxiety. My arms tightened against my chest as I took another unsure step away from him, pressing my knees against the edge of the aged bench.
“I’ve been looking for you Kyle,” He stated seriously as he matched my step yet again. I looked up into his eyes momentarily stunned into silence by to the tone in his voice. He smiled at me with excitement and I frowned in return. I was sort of afraid to find out exactly why he was looking for me, but curiosity got the best of me. I tapped my foot on the ground going through all of the possibilities that could happen now; I had to be careful with my choice of words around him.
“Why…were you looking for me exactly?” He smile widened if that was even possible as I murmured that to him. I raised my eyebrows in question as he shook his head ruefully at me, as if I should already know the answer. I uncrossed my arms and placed them on my hips in anger as he dragged on the silence.
“I knew you were going to say that!” He laughed and pointed at me in his immature ways. My eyes fell into slits as he continued laughing at me, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks in anger. My foot continued to tap impatiently as he came to a stop when he realized I wasn’t laughing with him. He opened his mouth to say something useless but I was quick to interrupt him.
“Just answer the damn question, Tyler!” I cried out exasperated. He frowned at my attitude trying not to give anything away but I saw his eyes unwillingly flick to my guitar case. My eyes widened in shock as I tried to back away, but I remembered I had cornered myself stupidly against the worn bench. I shook my head at him and I had finally earned myself an angry glare from him. His mood completely altered as he rethought his dense plan.
“You don’t have a choice!” He retorted to, still glaring at me with his electrifying eyes. My mouth dropped; did he really think that he could just boss me around like that? My anger had finally boiled over and I pushed him in the chest, not even moving him an inch.
“The hell I don’t!” I screeched in his face trying to side step him, but he was faster. His hands incased my wrist and he effortlessly tossed me over his broad shoulder taking all of my things along with me. I pounded on him back with my small fists refusing to let this happen, well at least without putting up a fight. “Put me DOWN!” I yelped at him still hitting him with my fists, only to get a chuckle from ‘Mr. I-do-want-I-want’. He continued walking despite my lame attempts to get him to stop; finally after the struggle we reached a trashed car filled with a group of laughing boy’s. I was shoved in the backseat next to my other ex-friend Andy, as Tyler popped the trunk and placed all of my stuff in it. With that done he slammed it shut and squeezed himself in the backseat next to me. There went my chance to run, I thought bitterly. I folded my arms, going into pout mode with my bottom lip jutting out in the slightest. Andy glanced at me while mocking my pouting face, and poked me in the side causing me to jump unwillingly. Tyler saw this and laughter filled both of my ears making me even madder than I was before. They slapped hands together and I clenched my teeth tightly together so I couldn’t say anything I would want to take back later.
“That was….very. Um, Interesting” Collin stated will trying to hold back laughter that you could clearly hear in his tone. I could barely keep my mouth shut with that one but I didn’t know how long I would be able to keep it up. Self control, self control, self control, I continued to chant to myself in order to have some sort of will to keep my mouth closed. I glanced out the window in attempt to ignore the rambunctious teenage boys, but the task was surprisingly difficult with them all trying to make me angry at the same time. My eyes drooped tiredly as I felt a warm hand intertwine its fingers with mine, but I didn’t notice as my sleepless nights caught up with me, sending me into unconsciousness.  I found myself staring into the past, like watching home videos, I saw things that I couldn’t change, even if I had wanted to. I watched my life flash by on the screen, I watched each time I was hit, every time I lied for that guy. My eyes filled with tears that I had been holding back for years; finally I felt my emotions break through my tough exterior and over take me. Lucky for me I was alone in my and no one could hear me cry out in pain each time I was hurt on screen. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, and my tears came to a stop as me and Tyler flashed on the television. Something was different about this memory; I could hear everything that was happening between us.
His hand caressed my cheek as I saw my eyes close in delight; he stared at me for a few seconds and I’ve never seen so much love in them before. He closed the space in between us and pressed his lips softly against mine, making my heart go into overdrive. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, as if he never wanted to let go of me. I clung to him, and I was positive that you couldn’t even fit a piece of paper between us. It was then I could see why I had lived with all of the things my parents did, the reason that I am still alive right now.
I realized at that moment who had bundled me in their arms, not only is Tyler invading my dream’s video, but my actually dream as well! I stood up and whipped around to face him, only to find myself in his garage filled with instruments begging to be played. Just then the garage door opens and all of us walked in as our freshmen selves being loud and obnoxious as always. We dashed to our spots prepping ourselves so we could get in some good practice time. I watched as me and Tyler stole secret glances at each other, it was quite funny how once one would look away the other one would look. Suddenly we both looked at the same time, and the world seemed to freeze as we stood there with our eyes glued to one another. Finally Derrick with his long colorful hair came and slapped Tyler in the back telling him to “pull it together.”
The music started up and Tyler’s tenor voice was maddeningly perfect as soon as the first note left his mouth. I bobbed my head as I too got into the song and my voice was bursting out of me before I knew it. My fingers moved up and down the guitar as Tyler and I sang in a successful harmony, too soon I was throwing myself completely into the music; picking up the heavy weights that had been sitting on my chest for months. I was so into the song that it was forgotten that I wasn’t the only person in the room and my hands began to play like they never had in public. The last chord rang through my ears, and the blackness that had surrounded me subsided, only to find myself to be the center of attention. Their stares had my heart beating exotically over pace, and my palms were sticky with perspiration. A poke on my side brought me back to reality as I grumpily hit aimlessly only to find empty space.
“Kyle, Kyle, KYLE!” I assumed that it was Tyler as he violently shook my shoulders, trying to wake me up from my dead state. I heard him sigh in annoyance and it almost made me smile as I attempted to go back into the deep slumber that had been so rudely interrupted. He slammed the car door angrily and I heard him stomp around to the other side and open the driver door. He sat down and blew out a heavy sigh with that done he quietly muttered, “Should have woken up Kyle.” It was silent for a few moments as I could feel him stare at me and then a loud sound filled the car, an irritating sound at that almost like an alarm clock. I was so startled by the random sound I snapped up, hitting my head on the top of the car in the process of figuring out that the sound was the car alarm. My expression must have been something to see because I heard laughter from all sides of the vehicle. Collin pulled me out of the car and set me on my feet; from there Tyler took over and placed a hand at the small of my back leading me up to his house. His hand left my skin on fire and I knew I couldn’t feel that way about him again, not after I hurt both of us so badly. I heard the car zoom off with a screeching sound of tires on pavement. We walked slowly almost savoring the moment of silence that clearly filled the air; also it let me live the fire sensation of Tyler’s hand on my back. The feeling of familiarity hit me so hard I almost fell to my knees; the memories of our past flew through me so fast that I could barely remember to breathe. My eyes swelled with tears but I was quick to blink them back, but not before Tyler noticed them. We finally reached the front steps I thought he would stop me and demand that I tell him what’s wrong, but he surprised me by placing my bags on the ground and pulling me into a hug. For the first time in a while I felt safe, protected from everything to keep the feeling I clung to him and breathed in his smell that I had missed so much. That moment I swore that he knew, the thought scared me because if he knew all of my efforts of keeping my life a secret would be totally ruined. I know, it’s wretched to keep stuff from your best friend, but this isn’t something you could just go and shout to the world. Too soon we had to let each other go, because we both knew that this hug was diffidently crossing the line between friends and more than friends, over shot it by a mile. With that he took my hand and took me inside his cozy home.
I glanced around the open space; the white couches were perfectly arranged next to the dark wooden end tables. Next to us there was a table filled with pictures of Tyler and his siblings, they all had the same tanned skin with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. Their mother was gorgeous she was slim with beautiful flowing brown hair and the unmistakable blue eyes. The father was a freaking happy go lucky Abercrombie model with black hair and spectacular, piercing emerald eyes; they were the Perfect family from what I saw. Jealousy ran through my veins as I wished I was one of them in those pictures, but then again I wouldn’t have fit because of my moonlight pale skin and blonde hair. I studied the rest of the living room as Tyler quietly left the room claiming he would be right back. The awkwardness of the situation had been made clear from our silence throughout the night, but the physical electricity between us would never fade, unfortunately.
He deserved someone better that me, he needed someone who could be with him without the lies and secrets. I wanted him to have better than me. My chest swelled strangely as each thought hit me harder; it brought tears to my eyes at the thought of him being with another girl besides me. I heard a creek behind me as Tyler’s heavy footsteps echoed of the blue walls, I turned around trying to look like I hadn’t been about to cry. He stepped up to me in nothing but a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and he handed me an oversized plain black t-shirt. He must have noticed the redness in my eyes as he was looking me over now that there was decent lighting, I guess my makeup washed off with all of the rain. I stepped back in horror when I had realized this; he must be able to see my bruises without my make up on. His innocent expression swiftly turning into anger in a matter of seconds, and he had me pinned against the wall just as fast as his mood changed.
“What happened to your face?” He threw at me with such menace it scared me, but before I could come up with a decent response a thought came to him and he added,” Don’t tell me you ‘fell’ either Kyle, I’m tired of the lies!” I bit my lip as I tried to come up with some sort of story to tell him, but I couldn’t think of anything to say to him. He sighed in frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and he backed away from me. “If you don’t want to tell me, then fine I won’t push for an answer tonight, just stop with the lies, please.” He said while struggling to say each word, there was so much hurt on his face that I almost broke down and told him right there.
“Um, I’m going to go change now, so you know, I don’t get sick or something.” I gasped nervously as I walked past him to the bathroom down the small hallway. I slowly opened the white door and walked in the small half bathroom. Once the door was shut I sank to the floor and buried my head in my hands. I didn’t know how much more of this drama I could take, and it wouldn’t be long before I snapped with irritation, I had barely managed to control it tonight, who knew about tomorrow. I could feel the tears that I had been holding back stream down my face, this time I couldn’t stop them. A sob was on its way so I quietly took my hand and covered my mouth before the sound surfaced. I sat there for another minute just letting everything run through my head, and I finally realized in horror that I still liked Tyler. I would never act on it though; it seems like I will just have to take one for the team. Another minute passed and I picked myself off the cold tile floor and stripped off my clothes. Walking up to the sink, I gripped both sides of it until my knuckles turned a deadly shade of white; I stared at the frail girl in the mirror. Disappointment filled my heart as the girl in the mirror didn’t look the way she used to; she was a completely different person, no longer happy or proud, just depressed and filled with sorrow. It showed, and it showed badly. I was all wrong; I had lost the sparkle in my eyes that had been there for so long, that I had promised to keep there even in my situation. My ribs stuck out, they looked like if I didn’t have food right now, they would pop out, but then again, all of my bones looked like that would happen. I tried to walk away, but it was too late I had already fell into my oh-too familiar process of finding all of my flaws. I stood there pointing out ever flaw, including my malnourished figure as my mother said, you’re worthless, just a piece of s**t. My head shook in disgust at those words, and tears stung down my face that was quickly wiped away with angry hands. Come on Kyle, get yourself together…Kyle! Ha I snorted out loud as I found it funny how my mom could name me with a boy name. Maybe she was drunk or high when she had me; I really wouldn’t be surprised if she was. With that I threw Tyler’s humongous shirt over my frail body that had begun to shiver with the lack of clothing.
I opened the door trying to do it quietly, but failing miserably when it let out a loud screech. I walked down the small hallway that had pictures on all of the walls, making my heart swell with a sadness that no one could ever understand. I lingered under the archway for a few unnecessary seconds, admiring Tyler from afar I have no idea how he managed to look so sexy in such a casual pose. I cleared my throat making my presence known; his head snapped up to me, I hesitantly watched as his eyes traveled from my head to my toes and back again. Pervert.
“Hey,” I grinned at him impishly, “You do know that my face is up here, right?” I laughed as his jaw slackened at my bold expression. I couldn’t help it as I fell into a fit of hysterics, I was grasping on to my knees for dear life because if I didn’t, let’s just say I would have been on the floor. Tears streamed down my face, but this time they weren’t from sadness, instead they were from happiness. I had finally calmed down enough to look at his amused smirk; it was a smirk I had come to know over the years.
“You know I can’t help it….It just fits perfect!” He said with a laugh as he patted the spot next to him with his hand, gesturing me to sit on the floor with him. His other hand made an ‘okay’ sign and I glared at him fiercely but it faltered as his dimples deepened, almost making him look like an innocent child. I plopped on to the floor next to him, and as if we were dating again; he pulled me closer making my head fit into the crook of his neck as his hand found its way around my waist. I heard his melodic laugh at the television while my eyes unwillingly got heavier and a pondering last thought came to me as I drifted away from reality.
How long this feeling would last until he once again decided to hurt me?

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems :)