Chapter 5A Chapter by Pugsly The fallout of Mara's violent attack leads to Dakota seeking 'vengeance' Chapter
Five
December 14 2003 I have to spend Christmas with this
ugly brace on my arm thanks to Mara. My parents got into an argument about
whether they should let her home for Christmas or not. My mom doesn’t want her
back in the house and neither does my dad, but it’s rude to keep your children
out on holidays. They don’t know whether it’s rude or it’s the right thing to
do considering she broke my wrist for no reason. Dakota is pissed; I haven’t
run into him yet because I’m spending my days at Natasha’s house. I refuse to
chance going home and facing his wrath. I had to tell Natasha’s parents the
severity of the situation, they were going to call the cops but I talked them
out of it. I made it seem more of an accident than it was, hell it wasn’t an
accident, it was on purpose but i can’t put my parents through the drama of
having Mara arrested… “Hey do you want any minty hot
chocolate?” Natasha asked, her eyes tried to avoid the blue plaster cast on my
arm but it was hard to ignore. “I’m not that thirsty…” I sighed.
This thing on my arm makes me feel self-conscious. “Does Ben know what actually
happened?” “Yes and no, he was on the phone with
me when Mara broke my wrist but I haven’t talked to him since that night.” “When do you plan on telling him?” “Hopefully, I never have to tell him
what actually happened. He already doesn’t like them and I don’t want any more
trouble with Dakota or Mara.” I sighed staring at my phone wondering if it
would alert me of a text or a phone call from him. He’s been rather quite
lately and I hope he’s okay.
*
* * December 19th 2003, My parents are coming to get me later
on, I can't hide at Natasha's house forever and I shouldn't have to hide from
family members. I know it's not fair and I shouldn't have to hide, but I don't
want to, no, I can't face Dakota. No matter how much I begged and
pleaded to stay with Natasha, they took me home. I had to go, despite nearly
throwing up from anxiety on the way back. We arrived and the house was empty.
Claire had gone out with friends because she's rarely ever home when Marla and
Dakota aren't around. "He won't bother you," my
dad tried to comfort me but I didn't care. "That's what everyone says, they
won't bother you, but Mara broke my wrist because I was talking to Ben! When
did Tristan say he'd be back from the gym?" "He said around the time we got
back from picking you up." "I'll be in my room if anyone
needs me." I sighed and ran to my room before anyone could stop me. Tristan hasn't forgiven himself for
Mara breaking my wrist; he thinks there's something he could have done to stop
it. There's nothing he could have done except read her mind and gain super
speed. He was in the kitchen and by the time, he ran up the stairs Mara had
already intended on breaking my wrist. He recently joined the gym so he could
punch things and not get in trouble. It seems stereotypical but he's always
been a fighter but never been motivated. My dad's likes boxing but he wasn't
going to force Tristan to get into the sport if his heart saw it as an
occasional hobby. He considered going professional but decided he didn't want
to cut his life in half by risking a freak accident and ending up a vegetable.
It seems a little extreme but he wasn't ready for the long-term injuries and
wear and tear on his body. He would have made a great boxer or some kind of athlete;
he's tall well over six feet five. According to my mom, he used to keep his
hair at his shoulders when they were growing up, but at some point in time, he
stopped cutting it and let it grow down to the middle of his back. He keeps it
tied back in a tight ponytail. He's a big man and Dakota is almost a carbon
copy of him. He's not as tall as him, but he has everything else. I'm scared
he'll kill me someday. * * * For some reason I completely forgot
about the fact that Dakota knows that I had to come home. I was under the
assumption that he thought I’d stay at Natasha’s for forever. Now that I’m home
I don’t even know if he’s aware I’m back... He knows I'm not stupid enough to
stay and face him. I can’t hide in my room forever, my
stomach has other ideas… I happen to walk downstairs because I
needed food but I planned on taking it back to my room and I would bring the
plate down later on in the evening or wait for Tristan to walk by my room and
ask him to bring it down to the kitchen. He wasn't happy to see me, not one
bit. He didn't charge at me like I thought he would. He just stared me down and
it made me feel bad for wanting food, but I needed something to eat. I don't
know why I put myself through the torture of making a microwavable pizza, but
by the time I realized how long it would take to cook, I'd already pressed the
start button. He watched me the entire time while I got a plate, napkins and a
drink for myself. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I could feel him
watching me. I wished the kitchen and dining rooms weren't open areas. Why
couldn't the developers build a wall between at least one of the rooms. I have nowhere
to hide and I'm not going to talk to him, but I can't take him glaring at me. I
decided to play with my phone so I had something to look at other than the pizza
spinning slowly in the microwave. I didn't hear him move, I didn't hear
him walking across the living room towards the kitchen, and I didn't notice
he'd entered the kitchen until he smacked my phone out of my hand. It flew
across the room and hit a wall in the dining room. I thought he hurt his hand
on my hand brace, but somehow he hit me so hard that the brace did little to
buffer the pain. "I just want food give me five
minutes and I'll be back in my room. You won't see me or hear from me for the
rest of the night." I whimpered but he didn't say anything. "I'm
getting my phone now." He grabbed my arm and wouldn't let
go. "Dakota~" He slapped me, twice his giant hands
stung my face and I honestly thought he punched me. I don't know how I wasn't
crying, but my legs were shaking. "I'm sorry Dakota. I didn't mean
to piss her off I was going to stop talking to Ben I just had to say goodbye
first." My apology wasn't good enough so he slapped me again. "Don't
hit me!" I begged as tears started to fall down my numb cheeks. He hit me
harder, more than two times I don't know how many times he hit me but each slap
was harder than the previous one. I put my bad arm up to block my face
but he pushed it away and wrapped his hand around my throat. He didn't squeeze
at first, I thought it was for pure intimidation purposes, but I was wrong. I
regret not screaming before he started choking me. I couldn't get any air or
any noise out of my mouth once he started, he's that strong or my neck is that
small and weak. He dragged me across the kitchen and slammed my back up against
the first thing he could find, which happened to be the refrigerator. I closed
my eyes and hoped that it would end quickly, I didn't want to die but if he's
going to choke me to death, I hope it goes by as fast as possible. I fell to my knees gasping for air
and hoping he’d let go of my throat. He let go of me when he realized I knew
that fighting was pointless. When I could breathe, he pulled me up by the back
of my shirt and leaned as close to my face as he possibly could, "If
Mara's not back for Christmas, I'm going to beat you." His threat was
clear despite his harsh whispering in my ear. He's blaming me for Mara's
punishment, they've always blamed me for their punishments, but this time my
life is on the line. He let go of me and walked back to the living room. He
turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels acting like nothing
happened. The beeping of the microwave scared
me I choked back a scream, Dakota tuned me out while I put the pizza on a plate
burning my fingers in the process. I cut it up but it was sloppy and not cut
through all the way, it was hard to see through the tears in my eyes. I put the
napkins under the plate, carried the drink in my bad hand and the pizza in the
other, and hurried out of the kitchen as fast as I could, until I remembered my
phone was still sitting in the dining room floor in pieces. I didn't care for it, I want nothing
to do with Dakota, I don't want to see him anymore, I don't want to be near
him, and I don't want to be in the same house as him. I put the food on my desk, collapsed
to the floor and cried. * * * Someone's knocking at my door, but
I'm too scared and weak to move. I don't know how long I've been laying here
for, but I'm sure my pizza has been cold for at least thirty minutes. "Jessie, are you awake?"
It's my mom, I didn't answer, she's the last person I want to see right now. My
neck and right side of my face are probably black and blue from Dakota's hands.
That won't convince her to let Mara back in the house. She made dinner and
wanted me to come downstairs, but I acted like I was asleep. "I'll save you a plate in case
you get hungry later." She gave up and went back downstairs. My dad discovered the pieces of my phone;
he knew I wouldn't abandon my phone on the floor broken. He knows how to pick
locks and that exactly what he did to get into my room. The fact my phone was
broken and I wasn't responding to my mom probably scared the both of them. He
found me lying in the same position I was in for most of the night. "Why are you lying on the floor
like that?" He asked as I curled up tighter so he couldn't see my neck. "I felt like it." "What happened to your phone,
have you been awake this whole time?" "I guess it fell off the counter
when I was making pizza." I lied and he knew I was lying. "Well your pizza's cold, why
didn't you eat it?" "I don't know..." I don't
have a story ready for him but I'm not telling the truth. "Jess, did Dakota do
something?" "No, he didn't do
anything." "You know I'm going to ask him
later on so you might as well tell me now." "I need you to let Mara back for
Christmas." "We're still thinking it over,
why do you want her back after she broke your wrist?" "I don't know just tell Dakota
you'll let her back in the house." He knew Dakota did something; he
moved my arm away from my face and neck and saw the bruises. He stayed calm
while he picked me up from the floor, he pulled out my desk chair so I could
sit down and he could examine my injuries. "When did he do this to
you?" "While I was making pizza he
slapped my phone out of my hands after staring me down for a while. Please let
Mara back for Christmas, don’t tell mom about this, and don't kick him out as
much as I want them to stay away from me, if they're going to hurt me because
one of them thrown out just keep them both around. That doesn't make sense, but
nothing makes sense anymore." "I'll take care of this, I
promise." he hugged me I love his hugs; I've never felt safer than in my
dad or in my mom's arms. I don't know how he's going to fix this and I don't
want to know how he's going to fix it. I pray that it doesn't end up with
another beating. © 2012 PugslyAuthor's Note
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