*Small fade because I don't want to roleplay bad abuse*
Nikita woke up on the floor. Shaking, she stood up and looked around.
*Small fade because I don't want to roleplay bad abuse*
Nikita woke up on the floor. Shaking, she stood up and looked around.
Nikita looked at the door. "Who is it?" she asked, her voice shaky. She walked into the kitchen and put a wet paper towel on her arm. It was bleeding. It wasn't too bad, though. It would heal on it's own.
Nikita's eyes widened. "Can you come back later?" she asked and sat on the couch. The door was unlocked.
Nikita took a deep breath. Her jacket was off, so her arms were visible. They were covered with bruises. Then she was holding a now redish paper towel on one. "Great.." she muttered.
Nikita looked down. "Because. If I tell or fight back, it'll get worse," she told him.
Nikita shrugged. "I need to get out of here," she said and stood up. "Before he comes back.."
Nikita nodded. "One second." She grabbed a giant bandage and put it on her arm. Nikita then put on her jacket and walked to him.
Nikita seemed a bit nervous. She walked in. "Nice house."
Nikita reached her house and some stuff went down. She ended up running out the door and toward the woods.
Nikita nodded. "I hope that's true," she muttred.
Nikita sat in a clearing with her head in her hands.
Nikita throught about Drake and Saphira. She was hating this already.
Nikita heard a baby cry and raised her head.
Nikita followed the noise. She soon saw Drake. "Drake!" Nikita ran to him. Her jacket covered the bruises on her arm, but her bruised cheekbone was visable.
Nikita looked down. "I really don't trust anyone. Don't take it personally."
Nikita nodded. "Yeah," she said and sat on the couch.
Nikita waited for him to return.
"Don't be," Nikita said cheerfully. "I can deal with it." She smiled a bit.
"Only for tonight," Nikita said sternly. "...but my dad will get p*****."
"Thanks," Nikita said and ate some of it. She was starving as usual.