Wake Me Up From This Nightmare

After a disastrous date and countless nightmares, will Elle be able to love again with the help of a friend?


2. Who Did This?

The sound of the front door opened as I made my way to the kitchen. I stumbled and grabbed a butchers knife. Standing in the corner of the kitchen fearing for my life. Fearing Zak came back and he wasn't finished with me.

"GET OUT!" I shouted. Voice trembling.

My heart beating out of my chest. No answer. Just silence.

"GET OUT!" I shouted once more.

"Elle? What's wrong?" Footsteps running to the kitchen. All shook up, I was unable to recognize the voice.

"LEAVE. LEAVE ME ALONE. GET OUT! GET OUT!" I screamed. Knife shaking, pointed at Michael.

"Elle. Put the knife down. It's ok. Everything is alright." Michael spoke soothingly. "Put the knife down."

The knife turned away from Michael, aiming it at my chest. Trembling as it inched closer.

"Put the knife down. Everything will be ok." Michael slowly walked forward.

"Get out!" I clenched my teeth. "Get out Now!" I fell to my knees. Slamming my fists down on the floor. Sobbing. "Leave me alone. Leave.....Me alone! NO ONE DESERVES ME! IM USELESS!" I slammed my fists down with each word, sobbing.

Michael reached down and grabbed the knife, putting it away from my reach. He rested his hand on my back.

"Take a deep breath. Who did this too you?" Michael asked quietly. Waiting for a response he wasn't going to get. "C'mon. Let's go clean you up."


Michael ran water in the bathtub. I stood there shaking watching him. My tank top was no longer white. Smeared in blood and grass stains. My pants missing.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise. Just let me help you." Michael helped me take off my tank top since my body was weak. His face dropped as he examined the bruises that started to appeared from where Zak punched me. "Who did this to you, Elle?" He asked. His eyes swelling up in tears. Michael brushed back his tears. He didn't want to get me all worked up again. "I can't say. If he finds out he'll kill me." I whispered. "I won't let him do that. I'll protect you. I'll stay with you as long as you need me."

"I'm gonna stay right here. In case you need me. I won't look." Michael said shutting the door. I slipped off my bra and underwear. I sat in the tub. Letting the dried up blood wash away. I wanted to cry. "You ok?" Michael knocked at the door. "I'm fine." I finished cleaning up. My body ached so bad I was unable to get up. I drained the water. Once the water was gone I wrapped the towel around me and called for Michael.

"Michael?" "You ok?" "I need help." Michael opened the door. "I can't get up." I spoke quietly. Tears pricking the corner of my eyes. Michael walked in. He bend down and slipped one arm under my knees. I put my arm around his shoulder for support as he lifted me out of the tub. He carried me to the sink. "I won't look." He spoke. "I don't care." I replied. I slipped on a clean pair of cloths michael got from my room.

Michael cleaned my cuts and bruises and wrapped them for me. "I can't believe someone would do this to you." He spoke quietly.

He picked me up and carried me to my room. He tucked me in the bed.

"Get some rest. I'll be in the living room if you need me." "Michael. Please don't leave me." I began crying once more. I sat up waiting for him to sit next to me.

"Sweetheart what happened? I won't let anyone find out." "I. I was suppose to go on a date with Zak. We went out to eat. And to a movie. But halfways through he said he had to leave. So we left. Before we reached my house he stopped. He slammed my head against the glass. I tried running. It didn't help. He ended up carrying me away. Beating me. He almost raped me Michael. But he didn't." "Oh baby." "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was scared. I'm scared to date again. To go out. I don't wanna date anyone. I don't wanna get hurt." "It's ok. Ssshhhh. I understand." Michael embraced me in his arms. He laid down, pulling me on his chest. He rewrapped the blanket around us. Holding me tight. Running his fingers down my hair as I cried myself to sleep.

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