Me, an angel? Yeah right!

'I’m surrounded by white fluffy clouds, and I have wings! That’s right I’m a freaking angel.'
Jade is dead, she doesn't know how, she doesn't know why. All she does know is that she's an angel. With no memory of her life and just the mysterious Kye to guide her, she must discover what happened to her, whilst trying to be a good angel of course.


11. Abuse

“Was... was that your dad?” I asked in a small whisper. He smiled; a small sad smile.
“Thankfully, no. He’s my stepdad, I never had a dad. When I was six my mum married Richard, I thought he was nice at first, we both did. But he changed; he drank a lot, and became aggressive. When I was seven mum fell pregnant, he promised he would change, and he did... for her. He seemed to be taking his rage out on me instead.  When he came home drunk the slightest thing would piss him off, I got beaten a lot, mostly it wasn’t too bad, just a black eye here and there. Richard made me promise not to tell mum, and for her sake I kept quiet. I was eight when Mikey was born, Richard was finally happy and the beatings stopped.” He took a breather, worse was obviously still to come. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to...” I murmured gently, taking his hand in mine.
“I need to...
Things got hard about two years later; we lost the house when mum lost her job in the hospital. Richard worked as a web-designer; he didn’t bring much of an income. Mum started working three jobs, Richard wasn’t getting the... attention... he wanted. I was eleven when he turned to me...” Kye shuddered, a small gasp escaping his lips. My mind numbed, I didn’t want to think about what Kye was about to tell me, but what are friends for.

“I hated what he did to me, I just wanted it to stop but I didn’t dare runaway. When Mikey was five and I was thirteen, I packed my bags; I took a bus to my friend’s house, I only stayed for a few hours before going home. I thought that if I stayed Richard might turn on Mikey.” His voice cracked, his face contorting in sickened disgust, at the thought of what he might have done to his brother. “So I stayed, he made me do things, things guys shouldn’t do to each other... I think mum sensed something between us but she was too tired to question it. Things got worse during the summer holiday when I was thirteen and a half, Mikey became ill, he had to go to the hospital. Mum was allowed to stay there with him but I wasn’t so Richard had to look after me at home. He had free reign, whenever he wanted something... there was no one there to stop him. He... he... I...” I squeezed his hand, I knew what was coming.

“He raped me,” Kye said in a small voice. “He got his stupid friends...” he continued, his voice growing in volume with every word. “Over and over! I tried to fight them off, I did. But they... they just laughed at me, beating me until I subsided.” He looked at me, pain and anguish written all over his face. “Every time he got the chance, every time we were alone... For two years!” Kye screamed in torment. “For two years...” He repeated in a whisper. I took his hand, squeezing it gently with mine. “I couldn’t tell my mum, he said he would hurt Mikey if I did. I couldn’t let it happen.” Speechless I hugged him comfortingly; he furiously wiped away an angry tear. “When I was sixteen, I couldn’t take it anymore, people at school had found out and were bullying me, they called me a faggot, and worse... Everyone said that I enjoyed it, as if someone asks to have that done to them! But the teachers they never noticed... never noticed me getting slammed in to the lockers every day. Never noticed the other kids cornering me in the playground, taking it in turns to try and attack me. Never noticed the bruises from that stupid dick at home! They never did anything!” Kye screamed frustratedly. “I... I couldn’t take it, I left a note under Mikey’s pillow, saying I was sorry. I left a note for Mum there too, said he had to give it to her without Richard knowing. I explained what had happened, what he did to me... and then... I...” He took a deep breath. “ I got a rope, and went up to my attic room. I sat there for a while, but then I did it.”

“You killed yourself...” I breathed in shock and horror. He nodded slowly, his eyes full of shame.

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