Crystal slowly opened her eyes. She relaxed when she realized it was still dark outside. She looked at the clock on Nick's bedside table. It was 2:30. She decided it was better if she left now, to be on the safe side.
She slowly extricated herself from Nick, and got out of the bed. Nick moved. She glanced back at him, and realized that he was waking up.
"Hey...where are you going so soon?" he asked, his voice husky from sleep.
"I think I better head back, it'll be safer that way. You know that my parents would kill me if they found out I wasn't at home at this hour. Especially here," she explained, putting on her shirt, then her pants. She slipped into her shoes, and grabbed Nick's hairbrush from his bedside table, and ran it through her thick long hair. Then, she put it back, and put the hood over her head.
"I'll talk to you later, Nick." She walked up to his bed, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Okay, Crys. Night," he whispered, closing his eyes again.
Crystal tiptoed out of Nick's house. She dashed across the street, and into her own house. She started up the stairs.
"Where the hell have you been?" Eric Marshal roared, standing up from his position on the couch. He had been sitting in the dark, waiting for her to come home. Crystal stopped dead in her tracks, fear settling in her stomach making it churn.
"Get down here!" Eric screamed furiously. Crystal fearfully descended the two steps she had climbed, and went inside the living room, a very safe distance away from him. Eric stalked up to her, and grabbed her by the hair. Crystal let out a screech of pain. Not caring that he had hurt her, he dragged her to the sofa and threw her down roughly. She banged her head on the arm of the sofa.
"Who the hell do you think you are, bitch? You're a nobody! You are NOT allowed to go out of this house without permission and what do you do the second we go to bed? You go traipsing around town with your lover, you slut!" He started hitting her viciously. Slapping her in the face, punching as hard as he could. She fell to the floor, but that didn't impede him from continuing. He kicked her hard in the ribs, and the stomach. Crystal started crying from the intense pain that was being inflicted upon her. Eric had never gone this far before.
He picked her up with one hand, and with the other he repeatedly punched her face, not caring that blood was flowing from her nose or mouth.
"What are you trying to do, ruin our reputation? Well, I'm not going to let you! I saw you come out of the Carter's house, no doubt screwing Nick Carter," he said, still punching her. When she fell to the ground again, he started kicking her again, stomping on her stomach.
Crystal was hysterical, her cries were so loud, they had to be heard from the neighbors.
Please! Somebody help me! she thought helplessly.
Eric picked her up again, this time throwing her body on the sofa. He threw himself on top of her, placing his hand over her mouth.
"Shut up! SHUT UP! You wanna do what you do with your bastard lover?" He lowered his head to her mouth. When Crystal saw what his intention was, she mustered up all the strength she could and shoved him off of her, and onto the floor. She stood up on wobbly legs.
"If you say this to anyone, I swear I'll kill you, you slut! Hear me? I'll literally kill you!" Eric said, standing up. Crystal ran up the stairs and into her room, locking it behind her. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and stopping in front of her door. Her heart caught in her throat. Eric pounded on her door.
"Open the door, bitch! Open it!" he screamed.
Crystal was so glad that she had bought a good lock for her room a few years ago for privacy. Now, it protected her from her insane father. She forced herself to block out his voice, and ran into her bathroom, locking that door also, even though it wasn't necessary. She stripped off all her clothes, and just as she was about to step into the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped. She looked horrible. Her lips were cut, both her eyes were swollen, she had cuts all over her face, and it was full of bruises. Her ribs ached, her stomach hurt unmercifully, and her back was killing her. She stepped into the shower, and turned on the hot water full blast then a bit of cold water. She slid down the wall onto the tub floor, letting the water hit her body and her face.
The hot water made her face ache even more, but she had to get cleaned up. More tears pooled in her eyes, and slowly ran down her cheeks. She couldn't stand this. She wouldn't take this any more. She had to do something to stop him.
Chapter 6
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