It happened five years ago when I got this scar. I'm not the kind of survivor that kind man thinks I am, the man with light blonde hair and dark eyes like sharp icicles, whenever the mention of "that man" comes into play. It's my fault, I'm sure of it. I'm the reason his daughter got hurt and this scar proves it.
Early morning, while the sun was still set to rise, this man with hair of oak and coconut-colored eyes stared at me as if he was obsessed. It creeped me out. His fat gut hung out past his legs. I tried looking away, but he started laughing wickedly, noticing how disgusted I was with him.
I held my black leather purse closer to my side preparing to open it. It's always good to have one to hide a weapon that you may need to use for protection.
The creep walked over to me, whistling as if he just happened to pass by, and bumped into me deliberately. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't see you," he obviously lied. "I'm in a hurry to get to my baby cousin's birthday."
"Oh," I replied, walking away.
Then suddenly I felt something being wrapped around my head, blinding me. I panicked and reached inside my purse, after unzipping it, and grabbed my knife. Already I stabbed his hand, leaving a permanent scar. It bled for awhile, but not enough to kill the bastard. Damn it.
He tried taking the knife away, but failed when I grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. Then, I slapped him across the face and punched his stomach and ran away to my boyfriend's house, which was where I was going to in the first place.
I passed a few buildings-a middle school, houses, and towers. The sun had fully risen as soon as I got there, leaving a blue sky with a few clouds printed on it. It was beautiful.
When I got to my boyfriend's house, I knocked and he opened the door. His red hair was spiked up because his parents, who hated the idea of spiky hair, were gone for the weekend and he knew I found it a bit attractive on him. His green eyes stared at me in astonishment. "What happened to you?" he asked me. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Summer."
"Thank you very much, Flames." I meant it to be a nickname for him. "You can say I did see a ghost because this ugly creep was following me and tried to kidnap me. Luckily I stabbed his hand and got away..." I looked in my purse for my knife. "Oh shit! He has my knife! The bastard has my knife!"
"Don't worry about it anymore, Summer. You're safe now. Come on in."
On my way inside, a gray car came by. Through the window I saw a big man with dark hair that looked somewhat familiar. When he started taking his hands off the steering wheel I noticed blood dropping onto his car floor and recognized immediately who he was. The freak that tried to kidnap me! He followed me to my boyfriend's house!
He got out of the car and, without a word, I rushed inside and locked the door. "It's him. That's the guy who tried to kidnap me," I told Adam, my boyfriend. Adam was his real name. I didn't call him Flames much because he seemed annoyed about it. "Adam, that's the creep. Now I think he's stalking me."
"Uncle Albert? Yeah right. He's the kindest person I know."
"Th-that man's your uncle!?"
"Uh-huh. He told me he got me a surprise, which you know I hate. But when he gives me a gift I can't help but be excited at the thought of it. He's the one that helped me out with choosing your bracelet."
With the mention of my bracelet and that creep in the same sentence, I slid it off my wrist and threw it to the floor. Anything that had to do with "Uncle Albert", I would throw away and burn. Even if it was my wedding ring in the future from then, because of Albert, I would have thrown it into the garbage, or down the drain and let it get destroyed.
The creep opened the door and came right on in with a phony smile locked on his face. I gave him a deadly sharp stare and when he saw it he just smirked, so I ran into the next room, the kitchen.
"Well, who's your pretty girlfriend?" he asked.
"That's Summer," replied Adam, picking up my bracelet.
"We haven't even met and she already hates me, it seems."
I had to interject. "Fucking bastard! You tried to kidnap me!" They both looked my way. I turned away so that I didn't have to see the look on Adam's face. It wasn't the first time he was in disbelief. I shouldn't have lied to him before. It was understandable because I decided to kiss another guy to see if I was really in love with him the year before. Adam caught me, so I told him it was my cousin. When Adam confronted the guy, one week later, he broke up with me. I had to plead for him to take me back for a couple of months until he did. I never kissed another guy again.
That gave Adam doubts about me though. He constantly worried if I cheated on him more than just that time, which I didn't, and he always had a hard time believing everything I told him.
I got out some food, trying my best to pretend that nothing ever happened just minutes ago. As I was chopping vegetables, a knife dug its way through my hand, leaving a red scar. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was, but I did it anyway. "Adam!" I called. "Adam!"
Adam rushed for the kitchen from the living room where he stood talking to Albert, shocked that his own uncle was capable of committing such an act. Albert walked out of the room with the knife in his hand and out of the house. Adam stood at the doorway to the kitchen still in shock. I called out his name once more.
Tears were rolling down his eyes. "Uncle Albert... I can't believe it... He's... It's... I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, Summer."
I ran over to him and gave him a hug. With my sapphire eyes closed and my arms wrapped around him, I could hear the door creaking open and footsteps creeping closer. I thought it was my imagination because I was so shocked at the sudden attack, but then I heard something unzipping. I opened my eyes, turned my head a bit, and saw Albert with his pants down. He held onto me and Adam so I couldn't escape. Adam opened his eyes, too, and tried moving away, but Albert was too strong for the both of us.
He pulled my blue jeans down and slid his hands up the front of my sky blue T-shirt, going in my black-laced bra. Suddenly I felt something thrust in my ass and I gasped.
"Adam! Adam, make him stop! Adam, help me!"
"Stupid. Slut!" Albert put a pause between the words and emphasized the word "slut" as he kept thrusting himself inside me. "This is what happens when you mess with me!"
Finally, Adam broke away from Albert's grasp. He took the knife I was using to cut the vegetables, from what I could hear, and pointed it at him. "Get out! Get out now or I'll cut your dick off!" he threatened. Albert stopped and his groin wilted sliding outside of me. He just walked away, but turned back around to show us a smirk as he closed the door.
I fell to the floor as my ass kept bleeding. I was unable to walk because it hurt so much and I was in so much shock that I couldn't speak. Never did I want to see him again...
Until four years later... when we had that gun and met that nice blonde guy with blue eyes that was injured. I knew as I soon as I saw him that someone very important to him must have gotten kidnapped and I deeply regretted it because Adam and I had the chance to stop Albert, but we decided not to.
When we went inside the cabin, we saw Albert sitting on the couch drunk. Empty bottles of alcohol covered the coffee table in front of him. His shirt was stained, sticky, and colored a dirty color. Adam raised his hand up after taking the gun out of his bag and hesitantly rested his fingers on the trigger. As soon as he pushed it, the bullet went flying over to Albert, but it missed by inches. It was his first time using a gun, his father's gun nonetheless.
Albert got up after the bullet landed on the carpet. He stood face to face with Adam, and smacked the gun out of his hand. He picked it up, letting Albert and I watch as he did. I was too scared to do anything because the memories of the past kept flashing before my eyes as he was in my eyesight. He held the gun at Adam's forehead and then... Bang! Adam fell to the floor. Albert then put the gun up to my head and... everything was gone; everything went black.