Page 1 of Demon's Savior
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Akira
"You...younasty little bitch! Who is he?” Avery screams and looks at me. He wraps his hands in my hair and draws my face up from the floor. I attempt to protect my body from the kicks and the punches. "I swear on everyone I love, Akira, you better give me a fucking answer when I'm talking to you."
How did I get here?How is this my life?
While asking myself the same questions, I take this punishment from him, again. But this time something is different. Avery’s got a look in his beautiful eyes that are the color of the bluest skies. Those blue eyes that I have come to love held a look of pure disgust, loathing, and hatred that I have never seen before.
He's going to kill me this time. Oh my God, oh my God, I'm going to die. Not like this, please...not like this.
I begin to sob harder, my thoughts getting more erratic from the constant shocks to my already battered body.
"Avery please...please, no more," I say, bracing myself for the next series of kicks and punches while trying to stay conscious, scared if I close my eyes it will be forever. "There is no one but you. It's always been you." I’m trying to reason as best I can while the pain is growing, becoming unbearable. I fight and try to pull myself from his grip.
"Shut up, you slut! Do you think I would ever believe someone like you?" He laughs, pressing his finger into my forehead with every word for emphasis. "I should've known not to trust you. I should've listened to my father when he said you were nothing. Nothing but a money-grubbing black whore."
He punches me in the face.
"No...no more...please," I croak out as the blood seeps from my body and pools on the tan carpet on my bedroom floor, turning it crimson.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he says, spitting in my face. "I loved you, and this…this is what you do to me!"
Blow after blow after blow, I’m unable to continue to defend myself. My mind and body are giving up from the onslaught of kicks and punches. As I drift off into the still, cold darkness, my final thoughts are will I survive this time and when I do, I promise Avery Hansen will pay for what he’s done.
Dani
Something was off with Akira this morning when I talked with her. I’ve been Kira’s best friend ever since we met freshman year in Biology class and know her better than anyone. A change in her attitude isn't unusual for this time of the year because of the death of her parents, but there must be something else.
I maneuver in and out of traffic heading to her apartment, dialing her number for the fifth time.
"Come on, Kira, pick up the damn phone," I yell, tossing mine in the passenger seat when it goes to voicemail. "Something's not right, something’s not right."
Speeding up, I try to make it to her place faster as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel.
I pull up to her apartment and notice her car is here, but Avery's isn't.
Maybe she's out with him.
I walk up to the doorway and knock as it inches open.
What the fuck is this? Why is the door open?
"Why aren't you answering the damn phone, Akira?” A little irritated, I walk inside and shut the door behind me. "Akira! Where are you at? I've been calling you nonstop, sis."
With no sign of her in the living room or kitchen, I walk toward her bedroom. The sound of soft moans comes from the other side of the door. I knock on her bedroom door and continue to listen to the soft moaning sounds.
"Kira, are you all right?" When there is no answer, nothing but the sounds of the soft noises, I slowly open the door. "I'm coming in." Slowly moving into her bedroom, I'm horrified as to what is in front of me. My friend, my best friend, someone who I consider my sister is lying in a large pool of her blood.
"Oh my God, Kira! Can you hear me, honey? It's me, Dani. Please stay with me. I'm calling 911 sweetie. Hang in there, please.”
I run over to her, kneeling and pulling out my phone to dial 911.
"Avery...Avery..." she mutters as her body goes limp and her breathing becomes shallow.
"They are coming, sweetie. Hold on a little while longer," I whisper. "What did he do to you?"
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