Brutal Love

People say love is supposed to be special, magical even. When I was a little girl I expected to wake up one morning and my knight in shining armour would be stood outside my window however what fairytales don't prepare you for is the actually stone cold world. It only took me a second to realise how much of a tale those stories were and ever since that second I have been trapped in my own personal hell.

Kaitlyn was 14 years old when her parents died in a plane crash and she was shipped off to adoptive parents that couldn't care less about her. She was completely broken until Aaron came along, he promised he would fix her but everyone knows good things don't last forever...

At 17 years old she's more damaged than ever, she can feel any hope she once had rapidly fading away but not all is lost. What happens when the perfect and most unexpected guy appears out of the blue? Will it be the happily ever after she deserves or is he not as perfect as he seems?


13. Chapter 11

I slammed my pen down on my desk, finally finishing my third piece of English coursework. I swear if I have to write one more essay my hand is going to fall off... Way too much writing.

I glanced over my shoulder towards the back of the door. I was afraid to go out. I could hear my parents arguing and I'm pretty sure the vase in the living room had smashed, if it wasn't that then I wouldn't be surprised if I go downstairs to find a broken window. It wouldn't be the first time. Once dad was so angry at mum he threw one of the chairs towards her. Brett managed to tackle mum to the floor (thank Obama for rugby) but the widow suffered the consequence.

"Brett, Kaitlyn, get down here! Tea's ready." Dads shout echoed through the house. I inhaled deeply before exiting my room.

Brett walked down the stairs next to me.

"I'm not staying for tea." Brett's voice was slightly raised. I glanced over at him, my eyes pleading for him to stay. He gave me an apologetic look.

"What do you mean?" Dad came out of the kitchen to face Brett.

"I mean I'm not staying to eat with you and Sheila." I looked at him confused. I know Brett hates their guts but he's never used their first names before.

"It's Mother and Father to you young man." Our American accents clashed completely with his British tone.

"Not when you treat me like shit old man." Brett's fists were clenched.

"What did you just call me you little f*cker." My eyes widened. I've never heard dad swear before either. I could tell this wasn't like normal. We all just avoided each other usually but I feel like things are about to change, there's been more family confrontation in the past few hours than there has in years.

My eyes snapped to dad's fist that was about to connect with Brett's jaw. I reached out to grab it, Brett just stood there.

As his fist connected with my hand I whimpered.

"Why the hell did you do that Kaitlyn?! I could've had him done for child abuse." Brett sounded angry which caused my to flinch.

"You're twenty years only. The officials won't give a sh*t." dad was glaring at him.

"I was just trying to help, I-I didn't-" I stuttered.

"I'm going to Melissa's." he turned and started walking away.

"Brett wait! I didn't mean to-" I followed after him but he slammed the door closed before I could reach him.

"Kaitlyn. I suggest you get your ass sat down at that table before I drag you in there myself."

"I'm going, I'm going." My voice was a mumble as my thoughts were somewhere else... Does Brett treat Melissa the same as Dad treats mum? The way Aaron treats me?

He doesn't seem like he would but then again Aaron wasn't always violent...


"So are you enjoying the night so far?" he looked down at me and smiled as I lay next to him.

"Tonight has been beautiful Aaron." I glanced back up at the stars, "I never thought you would be such a hopeless romantic."

"Yeah well I'm just full of surprises." He brushed a few strands of my golden hair away from my eyes.

"You definitely are. When I saw you, you looked like total player material." I teased him.

"Nahh. You're the only girl for me."

I blushed and looked away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he sat both of us up, pulling me closer.

"Nothing..." I lied.

"Clearly there is." He sounded concerned.

"It doesn't matter."

He lifted my chin up so I was looking at him, "Everything matters."

I looked into his eyes for a few seconds before breaking the gaze, turning my head. I ran my hand through my hair.

"I don't deserve you Aaron. You need someone better."

"What are you talking about? I don't want anyone else."

"Well you should. I'm not whole anymore Aaron. A part of me died along time ago."

"Let me fill the empty space." His voice was a whisper.

"I want you to Aaron. I really do." I shook my head, "It's just, I don't think I'm ready for much. I like taking things slowly and from what I've heard about your style of relationship I don't think I can adjust to that."

"Hey, listen to me. I will wait. Take all the time you need, I'm not going to rush you into having sex with me Kaitlyn. I love you." Once again he turns my head so his eyes met mine.

"How can you love me? I'm a mess. My life's a mess. My heart has so many scars."

He shuffled closer, "I, Aaron Jacobs, promise to stand by you, Kaitlyn Harrington, no matter what happens. I promise you I will heal your scars."

-flashback over-

Aaron was the most loving boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. The first few months I actually felt as if my scars were slowly fading... but everyone knows there's no such thing as a happy ending. His gang split up. I was glad they did because just before they went their separate ways they began getting involved in the drug industry.

I honestly thought that was fate telling me that everything was going to be okay again; that he would start paying more attention to me instead of the number of needles that were piercing his skin. Boy was I wrong... About a month after, he was recruited by another gang. Not only were they drug addicts and alcoholics but they were much, much more brutal.

That's when the promises started fading and my scars became darker and darker... That's when the abuse began.


I pushed my food around the plate. I felt sick. I haven't eaten this much in weeks but I can see my dad giving me evil eyes. I jumped as he slammed his cutlery down on the table.

"For God sake Kaitltn will you just eat your food and stop being so ungrateful." His eyes were cold.

"Sorry." I muttered. I ate another mouthful of lasagne which caused me to gag.

"You're so fuc-" Dad became even angrier when the doorbell rang, "I swear is that's your brother coming back I'm going to beat the sh*t out of him." he mumbled as he left the room.

A few minutes later dad came back in. I dropped my fork when I saw who was behind him, "Aaron? I thought you were gone until tomorrow?"

"I came back early. Have you thought about what I said." He didn't seen too happy to see me to be perfectly honest, all he cared about was bringing up the past. I looked down.

"Are you going to answer me?! Are you sorry or not?" I tensed up as his voice raised.

"I-I'm sorry. I really am Aaron. I love you so much. you know that. I've missed you these past few days and I just hope you can forgive me." There was a part of me that was whispering I was lying. I wasn't. Aaron is the only one who will ever tolerate me for such a long period of time. Even Jess has been ignoring my texts since saturday, I hardly saw her at school...

He sighed, "Thank you for your apology."

"What happened Aaron?" My dad never stayed silent for long.

"She was being an ungrateful bitch." He said bluntly as he pulled me up next to him.

"I'm sorry about her. She's lucky to have someone like you. Kaitlyn has always been a lot if work. Always unappreciative and she has a habit of bringing back different boys." my dad said it so casually I almost choked on the air. I knew he was just trying to get me into trouble. The only two guys he has ever seen me with are Aaron and Brett.

"I tell her all the time Sir."

"Please, call me Jerry. Don't be afraid to give her a slap if she misbehaves. That girl needs to be put in her place."

I swallowed thickly as my dad and boyfriend continued to talk as if I wasn't stood in the same room. I watched as Aaron's eyes trailed over to my half empty plate.

"Have you eaten all of that?" He demanded.

I nodded. I couldn't find the words to speak.

I roughly bit down on the inside of my cheek to hold in a yelp as his fingers dug into my side.

"I thought we had a little chat about you cutting down on food. I'm sick of having a fat girlfriend. You're such an embarrassment." He said through gritted teeth.

"I should start giving her smaller portions, she is looking more and more like Mrs.Piggy every day." My mouth almost fell open at my dads statement. Just half an hour ago he was telling me to stop picking at my food and to finish it.

I was fighting my hardest to hide the glistening of tears in my eyes. I looked over at mum who sat quietly in the corner. My eyes pleaded for help but she just looked away. She didn't care.

"I-I don't feel well. I think I'm going to be sick." my voice was hoarse.

"I think it's best if I go then. Don't want you to be ill tomorrow, my parents are out and they said you could come round. We haven't had time together in a while." He smirked slightly. I'm definitely going to be sick. I hate being alone with him, especially after that night...

"Bye baby." He kissed my cheek before disappearing out of the house.

"You should go to bed. I'd rather you spew your insides out in your toilet than on the floor." Dad said as he cleared the plates.

I turned around to walk out, "Oh and if you are ill, can you keep it down. You woke me and your mother up last time. We don't appreciate it."

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran straight up to my room, sinking down onto my bed...

When will I wake up from this nightmare?

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