Midnight Eclipse part 119

**Stop.**, a voice in my head tells me, **You've been hurt so many times in both your lives, how can you trust him?!?**
I stopped him, and he looked at me confusedly, "Rache, I won't hurt you."

"I'm sorry, I'm just, paranoid."

"Well don't, I don't get how that son of a b*tch could hurt you, but I won't."

"It's not just Tyler. Mason, I've faced heartbreak so many times in both my lives, course, you probably have seen it by now in my mind."

"Actually I haven't reached your human life."

"What do you mean?!"

"Rache, I can read every memory and thought a person had, but sometimes it takes me time, in your case, I haven't fully read all of your thoughts and memories. I will, but I want you to tell me though.", he said, and I sighed. I looked into the back of my mind, trying to remember the almost forgotten memories of my childhood, but it gets harder every time I try. I placed my hand on my forehead, a sharp pain appearing as I try to concentrate on those memories I've always wanted to Wipe myself, like a migraine. I sighed, sometimes I wished I could be like Alice, who doesn't remember anything from her human life.

"When Johnny was killed, I couldn't think. It was like a huge h*** was ripped out of my chest, a h*** I couldn't heal. Don't get me wrong, I love my brothers, I always have, but they can never replace Johnny. They will never heal that h***."

"I know I never met your brother, but I know that he's looking down at you right now."

"I know, but I will always feel the guilt that I can never repay him."

"Rache, what do you owe him?!?"

"My life, just like I owe you. He saved me so many times, and I couldn't save him that night he was attacked."

"You couldn't, no one could. He sounds like he was overprotective though. And that he really loved you."

"He did. I vaguely remember him trying to protect me when I was little from my father's beatings. When my father started hitting, I was young, around 6 or 7 I think I don't know, maybe younger?!? Anyways, he would convince my father to hit him instead, because he knew I wouldn't survive the beatings."

"But when did you start convincing your father instead?!?"

"I was turning 13, when I put my foot down. I told Johnny that he couldn't protect me much longer if he kept taking the beatings for me, so I started protecting him I guess. At least until he was stronger. Even when he was stronger, I would still convince my father a lot easier than he did to hit me instead."
I sighed, and the pain started to crawl back, making my strength go numb. I sat down on the ground right there, and started remembering that unusually clearer memory of my human life... 

……༺☆FιάᎦħϦάʗκ☆༻……

I woke to a start as the sound of glass shattering came from the kitchen, my father must have woken up, already drinking. I rubbed my eyes and sighed, everyday the same mother f*cking crap. I jumped as someone pounded at my door.
"COME ON LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!! GET THE HELL UP AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", my father yelled and pounded at the door.
"I'll be right out!!!", I said, careful not to raise my voice, I learned very well not to raise my voice. I quickly got up, ignoring the pain in my arm, changed into some sweats, and tied my hair back into a messy bun.
"YOU F*CKING BETTER!!!!!! I DON'T HAVE ALL MOTHER F*CKING DAY!!!!!!!!!" 
I heard his footsteps go all the way back to the kitchen, and someone opened the door, Johnny.
"Mornin.", he whispered, twisting his shoulder, "You look-"
"-Don't start with me. I don't have time for teasing.", I said, trying to cover up my arms.

"What's wrong with your arm?!?", he said, anger rising in his voice. He took my arm and pulled the sleeve up, revealing the bruises and scars.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?!?!"

"Asked you first."

"Johnny-"

"-Don't Johnny me. Rache, when did this happen?!?!?!"

"Last night while you were out."

He looked at me, and anger flashed in his black eyes, as cold as my father's usually are. Johnny started pacing, and I stopped him.
"The one time, the one f*cking time I leave you here alone with him, he does this!!!", he said, and  rubbed my arm, "Rache, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Johnny, it's ok, I'm fine. They're just bruises", I said, and he looks at me with disappointment, he was disappointed at himself. It broke my heart, so I gave him a hug, "I love you dummy."
"I love you too Brown Eyes.", he said, kissing my head, and at that same moment, my father threw open the door.

"I don't have you here to be all lovey dovey and that crap, YOU'RE HERE TO DO STUFF FOR ME!!! TO DO WHAT I ORDER YOU TO DO!!!! AND I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME MY F*CKING BREAKFAST!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS IT?!?!?!!?!", he said, and he grabs my hair, "I've had enough of you!!!!!!!"
He shook me with my hair, and I winced at the pain. Johnny grabbed his arm, and pulled it away before he could slap me. My father let me go and pushed me against the wall, hitting my head in the process, and grabbed my brother by the neck.
"NOOO!!!!!!!", I yelled, "If you want someone to hit, hit me instead!!!!! Please!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!"
But it was too late, he slapped Johnny in the face, and punched him in the eye to make it worse. I winced as he moaned, and the pain in my head started making my vision blur and go red. Then everything faded while I blacked out...
I started to regain my consciousness, or it might have been me being delusional but, I could hear some voices vaguely calling out my name as I figured out how to open my eyes. The voices started again, "Rachel", "Rachel, can u hear me?!?!" was all I could hear, but it was still just a blur. A sharp pain appeared in my head, and I moaned.
"Rachel, talk to me.", I could hear someone tell me again. I struggled to open my eyes, but I couldn't really think because of the pain.
"I have a headache.", I mumbled to the voice, slowly opening my eyes so I could regain my vision, "Johnny?"
"Rachel, it's ok. I'm here.", he whispers in my ear, and at that moment I realized that he had me on his lap. I struggled to focus on his face, only to realize that he had been beaten while I was passed out. My eyes opened wide, and I groggily sat up and softly touched his swollen eye, then his black bruised cheek.

"J-John?!", I choked out behind tears. I noticed his hand had a small ice pack, and grabbed it from him and placed it on his eye. He winced, but the cold helped, "You don't look so good."
"Who me?!? I'm fine. I'm alive aren't I?!?", he said, and winced as I moved the ice pack a little closer to the swollen area of his eye, "Ok maybe I'm not fine. But at least I'm alive."

"Johnny that can't be your answer to everything."

"Why not?!?"

"Because!!! This is serious."

"Brown Eyes I'm only trying to protect you."

"Don't you Brown Eyes me, if you keep this up, you won't be here to protect me."

"But-", he started, but I covered his mouth before he could finish.
"But nothing. From now on, I'll be the one protecting you. Ok?!?!", I firmly said, and he managed a  smirk between the pain.
"Yes ma'am.", he sarcastically said, and I stuck my tongue out at him, "I love you baby sister. You should know that I'll always be with you no matter what happens."
"I love you too big brother.", I said, and I carefully hug him, "And know that I'll always be your little sister and I'll always love you, look up to you, and protect you, forever."
"Forever.", he agreed, and kissed my forehead, which made me smile even though I was in both physical and mental pain...