Build Me Up

Chapter 5

"Make it stop. Please, stop. Why. Why me. Why, why, why? Leave me alone. I- stop-stop! Go away!" I could hear someone outside my door, unlocking it. My chest hurts so much, my throat is too tight. I could feel my body trembling. "Make it stop! Stop, stop being so weak! I don't want to be here! Please make it stop! Stop crying, stop being such a disappointment! Momma, where are you? Don't leave me. Please, I don't want to be here any-"

My door burst open and I choked on my tears. "Leave- leave me alone! I hate you dad! Go away!"

The figure rushed to me, and I shut my eyes and waited for another beating. Instead, gentle arms wrapped around my shaking body.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's just me. Breathe. Deep breaths. In, out. In, out." A hand brushed off the falling tears on my face. "It's all okay, Butters. He's gone. It's just me and you." I leaned into her hug, taking her instructions. "Breathe in, breathe out. Picture a little puppy, dancing around in a tutu." I sniffed, trying not to cry again, and smiled slightly into Mom's neck. She rubbed my back, a technique she found useful on this situation.

Leaning away, I spoke quietly, "Thank- thank you. Are you alright?" I checked her face. She had red marks and bruises across it. I frowned deeply, reaching out to them.

"I'm fine, sweetie. You're not. Let's take you to the hospital, okay?" She responded, looking me over.

My eyes widened. We can't go to the hospital because then everyone would find out, and if everyone found out then so would he. "No! Please, I don't want to go. Dad will find out and people will question it and-" My breathing was becoming hard again.

"Shh, it's okay. We won't go to the hospital. I'll have to fix you up myself. I'm so sorry, I should have been able to stop him." Mom cried.

"No, he should not have hurt us in the first place. It's not your fault." I reassured her.

Carrying me to the bathroom and putting my in the bathtub, Mom took off my now bloody clothes and started a bath. The bruises I had along my torso were more purple than any other color. I could clearly see them stand out against my pale skin in the mirror. After the bleeding stopped and I was fairly clean, she wrapped my cuts and bruises in bandages. She left the bathroom to get me clothes and some ice packs. A towel was around my shoulders and I was leaning on my sink. Dark bruises ran along my neck, and my face was covered in a mixture of bright and dark red marks. How was I going to cover this up? Was I just not gonna go to school for a week?

"Here, put these clothes on. You should lay down and keep the ice packs on your bruises. I'll give you a change of ice packs every few hours and bring you food too. Right now, all you should be doing is resting." My mom handed me some loose fitting pj's and guided me to my bed. "I'll wash your old clothes and clean up down stairs. Don't worry about me doing too much. This is the least I can do." She smiled sadly at me.

Once she left, I put on my pj's, crawled into my bed, and put the ice packs on my injuries. Thank god it was Friday. I wouldn't be able to face anyone if it was a school day tomorrow.

Even with everything going on, I quickly fell asleep.

My dream started with me walking into school, but something was off. I looked around, and saw that everyone's face was crossed off. That was normal in my dreams, I could never see people's whole face. My eyes quickly locked onto four guys with recognizable clothing. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman were walking to their lockers when all of a sudden there was an obnoxious shout coming from the other side of the hallway. A bunch of foreign people shouted and aimed their guns towards the four.

"Oh shit, it's the Russians! I'm fucking out of here!" Cartman ran as fast as he could out of the school doors.

"Thanks fatass!" What I could only assume were people apart of an army came up to the boys, looking very pissed off.