Blurred Perfection. 58: Trapped.

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*YOUR POV*

We arrived at Justin's house just a bit later, and I could feel the anger radiating off of Justin. I dragged my mom inside and Justin left us alone in the living room.

"Mom, I'm only here to help." I said quietly as I rested my hands on top of hers.

She looked around the room, I could tell that she was amazed by his house. But that wasn't why we were here, we really needed to talk about something else right now.

"This is a really nice house." She began.

"Mom stop avoiding this."

"What do you want? What exactly do you want me to do?" she bit back at me.

"Leave him. Come with me! Please don't let him do this to you anymore." I said, choking on my own words.

Tears slipped out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I held out my arms and she willingly accepted a hug. I held her close as we sat there crying on Justin's couch. She still wasn't giving in, no matter what I said.

"Mom please. He's been doing this to you for over 12 years. You've had numerous accounts where you lie to the doctors in the Emergency Room." I pleaded.

I wanted so badly for my mom to give in and leave with me and Justin. I'm sure he would definitely want her to come.

"It's so hard. I never intended for you to get hurt, I hope you know that. I just want you to be safe." my mom told me.

I held her fragile, bruised, body in my arms, trying to calm both of us down. She wanted me to be safe, but I wanted her to be safe.

We talked and talked, changing the subject several times without even realizing it. Hours went by and the sun was starting to set on the horizon so we decided to leave. We pulled up to our house and I unbuckled, not ready to face my dad.

"Look, if he hurts you one more time-"

"Justin, I won't let it happen. He won't."

I stared into Justin's eyes. He had a firm hold on my arm, just above where my dad had left bruises earlier in the day.

I took a deep breath as we stepped inside the cold, air-conditioned house. Justin and I snuck upstairs and went into my room where we had some privacy. I sat down on my bed next to Justin and he stared at my wrist. I tried covering it up, but he grasped my arm.

"He did this." Justin said.

His words hurt me and I felt as if I were that little girl again. I pulled away and pulled my sleeve down immediately.

I changed into some pajamas and went downstairs with Justin to watch some TV alone. My parents were already upstairs, getting ready for bed.

"I'm sorry that you have to sleep here."

"It's only for a week, it's fine." Justin said, putting his arm around my shoulder and kissing the top of my head.

We both smiled at each other before I left to go to bed upstairs. I inched down the long hallway, towards my bedroom at the end of the hall. I stopped, to hear whispers coming from my parents room. My heart beat was fast and I could practically hear it in my chest. I blocked the noise out and listened to the whispers coming from the large room.

"Where the hell did you go?" my dad asked as he looked down upon my tiny mom.

"W-We went s-shopping." my mom's weak voice echoed in my ears.

I felt shivers down my spine as I peered through the tiny crack. I wanted this to stop now, by I knew that I couldn't do anything.

"Don't you dare lie to me." my dad said, raising his voice to a loud whisper.

I watched as his hand rose up and my mom squeezed her eyes closed. She looked like a scared puppy right before it was going to be scolded. Just then, I pushed the door open and they both turned there attention to me.

"Don't touch her." I said in a stern voice as I stood my ground in the doorway.

"Leave, please." my mom said, her lip quivering and her hands trembling as she held them close to her chest.

I started walking towards him, fear not present in my actions. I tightened my fists and felt pain as my nails dug into the palms of my hands. My teeth grinded against each other.

"Leave my mother alone!" I yelled as I reached my hand out to hit him.

He grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and I wriggled around, trying to get out of his strong hold. I winced in pain as her gripped the previous bruise, making even worse ones. I tried whipping my arms around again, to get away, but I couldn't shake his grip.

"Let me go!" I screamed.

As he held me, he dragge me towards the door and shut it. He then threw me on the floor, I landed with a thump. The door was locked by him as my mom kneeled down to help me up. She caressed my hair as she grabbed my hand, trying to help me up from the cold wooden floor. I looked up as my dad's towering figure loomed over us in a dark shadow. He reached down and slapped my mom across the face. She crawled away in terror, leaving me lying on the ground as I wiped the dark red blood away from my face. I laid on the floor, unable to move because of the pain jolting throughout my body. I managed to get up and grab my dad's fist as he went to hit my mom again. My weak hold didn't last because of the pain in my wrists. I pushed as hard as I could against his fist, but he soon gave up and we both dropped our arms to our sides. He dodged me and grabbed my mom abruptly, I hit his back as hard as I could, trying to stop him.

He let go of my mom and came towards me instead. I backed away as far as I could, bumping into the wooden dresser against the wall. My dad slowly came closer, his intimidating look peering through my body. I turned around to find a lamp, dimly lighting the room. I took it from the wooden structure and swung it right towards my dad's head, causing it to break and the glass pieces shattered the floor. He also crashed to the floor with a loud thump and I ran to my mom. The glass sunk into my feet, but I had to get out of here.

"Mom get up, we have to leave!" I yelled as I shook her.

She came back to consciousness and I helped her towards the door, my bloody foot prints leaving marks everywhere.

"Shit." I said as I wriggled the handle.

I forgot how that bastard had installed a lock which needed a key for their door. He kept the key in his pocket at all times, it unlocked all of the locks in the house. I turned around, he was still on the floor in pain, trying to regain his blurry vision. I ran towards the window and tried pushing it open. It wouldn't budge. I threw things at it and they just bounced back and flew towards us. My thoughts raced through my mind thinking 'I'm going to die tonight'...

"(YN)!" I heard Justin yell from the other side of the door.

I forgot about him, maybe he could help. I ran to the door and leaned against it, pounding my fist into the wood.

"Justin.." I whispered to myself, "Justin help!"

I felt a strong arm wrap around my head, covering my mouth as I was being pulled back. My yells turned into mumbles and I dropped my mom onto the floor. My mom was unable to carry herself, so she was left on the ground, near death is what it seemed like. My dad threw me on their bed as he hit me. I couldn't hold him off, he was too strong.

He cuffed my hand to the bed post and I tried getting out. My wrist began to bleed from trying to pull my hand from the small tight metal circle. Why did he have handcuffs anyways? I thought. But my attention was quickly turned back to him when he reached my mom.

"Don't fucking touch her!" I yelled as tears fell from my eyes onto the sheets.

I listened as Justin pounded on the bedroom door. My dad wanted me to watch. He wiped the blood away from his lip before beating my mom senseless. He kicked her and I screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn't. I cried out for Justin, but there was no way of him getting in. I couldn't do anything to help, just like before...

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