Memoirs of a Lonely Writer: A Collection of One-Shots

“WORTHLESS GIRL, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” My dad screamed at me. The thought of talking back to him entered my mind, but his hand had already slapped my cheek enough today that I didn’t want to push it.

Bruises, scratches, broken bones….they were all the same punishment to him.

I ducked around the corner. My mom was out gambling our money away, my dad was drunk, and my brother had escaped the house two years ago. Who knows where he went, what he did with his life. It’s not like he ever cared about me anyways.

As soon as I reached the front door, I slid into my blue converse and walked outside. I’d been through this enough to know where to go, what to do. I felt the tears sting my eyes. It wasn’t just from the slap either.

I had enough of this. I didn’t want to be in that house anymore. I had already graduated from high school and college was going to be tough to move onto-mostly because we didn’t have that much money. My dad was lazy and didn’t have the motivation to actually work. Besides, he had the attention span of a goldfish.

My mom gambled any money I earned to support our little family. I don’t know why I tried, but I guess I actually liked to have a roof over my head sometimes. As soon as I could earn enough of my own pocket money to get an apartment, I was getting out of here. There was no one that would care where I went or loved me enough to stop me.

Well, except for one person.

He was my best friend, but I hadn’t seen him recently. It was all because he threatened to call the cops on my parents. I told him to stay out of my life. I didn’t need anyone to see I was weak. I didn’t want anyone to help me solve my own problems. I didn’t want to be put in a foster home until one of my deadbeat uncles could pick me up.

So I hadn’t seen my best friend in a month or so and everyday it hurt more and more.

My feet carried me away from the abusive house as my thoughts wandered freely. Our little shack called a “house” sat on the edge of a large field. Just beyond that was a track for the local high school. It wasn’t fenced in and they let anyone run on it as long as nobody got into legal trouble. It was out of the way of prying eyes and rarely anyone came here over the summer.

The July heat stung my eyes, and combined with the tears I was shedding, I felt miserable. By the time I collapsed on my knees on the worn rubber pieces of the plastic field, I was sobbing my eyes out.

Why me? Why did my parents hate me so much? What did I do to them?

Why me? Why did I have to be a jerk to a friend that was just trying to help? Why did I have to push away the only help anyone gave me?

But there was no use asking why it was me in this position. All I could do was try to toughen up and get over it. I had to make myself get out of this situation. At least I could sob here in peace. No one ever came down here and I was surrounded by the shade of bleachers.

The tears flowed freely down my scratches that kept bleeding from today’s punishment. I hurt everywhere and the sobbing didn’t help.

“Someone, please help.” I whimpered and clutched at my belly. My stomach twisted and turned through the agony and sadness. I sobbed harder, not knowing what to do. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through the pain.

An arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me close. I already knew who it was without opening my eyes.

“Shhh, Kyra. I’m here.” Alan Ashby pulled me into his chest, sitting down on the track in the afternoon. I felt the weight of the earth just lighten a little bit. I held my hands close to my chest, tears still streaming down my cheeks.

His hands rubbed my back soothingly, stroking the tangled brown hair that fell like a dirty waterfall down my back. He just let me sit there until I stopped my crazed sobbing.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Kyra?” He asked again, pressing his lips against my forehead, as if he could kiss the world away.

“A-alan, I can’t do t-this.” I stuttered through the spare tears that had forgotten to fall and now made a quick dash to freedom. Alan wiped my cheek and I buried my face into his shirt. He pulled me onto his lap and just held me there.

“Hey now, dear. What happened?” He asked me soothingly, lips grazing my ear in his whisper. I closed my eyes and took a moment to recollect myself.

I couldn’t believe I pushed this boy away when he tried to get me out of my abusive house. I couldn’t believe I had told him to get out of my life.

But here he was, helping me through it.

In short bursts of energy, I told him what had happened today. I said I couldn’t take it anymore and I wanted to move out. Alan frowned, but his crown of fiery hair hid the disappointment.

After a moment of silence, we got up and he led me to his car. My best friend handed me a box of tissues and started the car, driving to his house. He to, was looking for a place to move into before college. We had both applied and gotten into the same college, but I had yet to confirm with the university that I would be attending. It seemed like my parents couldn’t foot the bill, so I might have to skip for a year, or choose a cheaper college.

But that would mean being away from Alan.

When we arrived at his house, we spoke not a single word. All he did was pull me into his room and then into his arms. It had been so long since I was held like this and had the comfort I needed.

“Look, we’ll get this figured out, okay? I’ve been looking for an apartment as well and I might need a roommate….”Alan trailed off.

“Please. Alan, I just need to get out of there.” I begged him. He wiggled his eyebrows, tempting me to beg further.

“Hmm…”

“Please!”

“I might have to think about it…”

“Alan Ashby!” I sighed in frustration. He laughed and kissed me on the forehead.

“Okay, I’ve thought about it enough. We can move in together and watch movies every night.” He teased me. I just stared at him in shock. Was this really happening?!

“Seriously?” I asked in wonder. He nodded and stuck his tongue out. I leapt up and hugged him again.

“Hey, you still need to pay your half!” He joked. I smiled and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I clung on to him, feeling the tears fading.

I could finally ESCAPE!

No more beatings.

No more scratches.

No more broken hearts!

The ginger princess smiled and kissed my neck, teasing me with little love nips. I complained and swatted at him.

“STAHP.” I groaned. He grinned his little devilish smile and I buried my face into the mess of red hair. Apparently, my complaints just gave him permission to keep going so he put me on the bed and pinned my arms, sticking his tongue out at me.

“You’re beautiful when you try to escape.” He chuckled happily. I raised an eyebrow.

“Well I’m about to be drop dead gorgeous!” I struggled, but his grip on my wrists was too tight and I couldn’t move.

“Alley cat, can I get up now?” I begged him with my lip pouting. He leaned down after hovering over me and pressed his lips against mine. I felt a sudden burst of warmth jolt through me as he smiled against the kiss.

“Hey!” I complained when he broke away. He let me go and flopped onto the bed next to me as I rolled over on top of his chest.

“I want to sleep!” He complained. I put my chin on his chest, staring up at the tawny eyes. His arms wrapped back around me, light fingers rubbing up and down my spine. I closed my eyes and shivered in pleasure.

“But it’s three in the afternoon!” I grumbled. Alan hummed in pleasure as I snuggled under his chin. I could feel his cool breath tickle my hair with every exhale.

“It’s called a nap.” Alan rumbled. I sighed and tangled my feet with his, already starting to feel a drowsiness come over me. Naps were pretty nice! As soon as he was done rubbing my back, one hand wove into my hair, gently stroking out the tangled pieces. He hummed a soft song as I felt myself drift off to the tender hands caressing my hair and the gentle song.

When I opened my eyes again, it was two hours later. We would have to get up to eat soon, but I was tucked into Alan’s chest. He stirred as I opened my eyes. As I blinked away black dots, his lips pressed against mine. It was the best type of wake up call.

“Kyra, what’s this?” Alan sat up suddenly, looming over me. My arm was jerked up to reveal the three long gashes my father had inflicted. Hadn’t we gone over this?

Oh wait, we hadn’t.

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I rolled over so my face was on his pillow. Can’t I just go back to sleep and ignore this mess? Alan rolled me over so I was forced to face him.

“Kyra…” he trailed off sadly. I saw the red gashes and looked away. They were ugly marks.

“My dad beat be again today, and he left these.” I sighed unhappily. He pulled me up into his chest again, more for his sake than mine.

“W-why didn’t you call me?” He stuttered.

“I didn’t know if you still cared.” I whispered back. He rocked me back and forth as we both tried to think over this.

“Never again.” Alan promised. Then he leaned down and did something unexpected. His lips pressed into each of the three red lines in turn, gently kissing the start at my wrist and his warm touch trailing up to the inside of my arm at the crook of my elbow.

Alan kissed each of the scars on my skin before looking up to me.

“I never want to lose my best friend.” He whispered and pulled me into his chest again, flopping back down to the pillows. I kissed his neck, since I couldn’t reach his face. I felt him tremble in pleasure and gently nipped at his ear to get more of a reaction.

“Hey!” He growled and turned me so I couldn’t do that again. I whined and he hugged me from behind, cradling me to his chest, planting his lips on my shoulder.

“I love you, Kyra. Don’t forget that!” He whispered into my ear. I could only nod and think about what I had gained today.

Notes

So this is another one-shot I did for I_Ship_KalanXD because she's the only one to request one shots so far, and she's cool like that....so yeah XD

Please, just message me if you have an idea for one, and I'd love to write it for you!

This one had lots of fluffiness in it, just for you guys! I hope you enjoyed it!