Post by KYLIE DE LUCA on Jul 18, 2012 14:57:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: kylie brianna de luca ALIAS: kyle, ky, kb, de luca DATE OF BIRTH: 9 october 1993 AGE: eighteen OCCUPATION: student/hostess at restaurant SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: selena gomez UNIVERSITY [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me hello kylie. how are you doing today? [/style]“I could be better, jaxon and I are fighting again. it got pretty bad and I told him to get out. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about but his anger started to scare me” her chin is now tucked into her chest, staring at the hands that are resting on her lap. her hands are fastened together, and she appears to be open to the conversation idea given her body language, but her voice trailed away giving meaning that she does not actually want to discuss her relationship. “how are you?” ”me? I’m quite well, it’s been a busy day. so back to the topic at hand, you and him have started to talk again, yes?” “well yes, we always end up back together but it hurts to feel the pain of breaking up again and again, fighting again and again and it’s not easy with my cousin there. but he texted me this morning, letting me know that he was safe…”, a small smile starts to tug at the girl’s glossed lips. she’s hesitant to talk about something so personal, even though she was told that a therapist would be good for her. “and you know, eh, I’m happy he is safe and sound…” but kylie was aware that he was not happy and that was what hurt her. “I just don’t know what else to do…” you love him, right? her head picked up, brows furrowing slightly as it appears that her temper could be flaring up but suddenly a change of heart comes into play and kylie’s eyebrows, leaving a more questionable, confused expression on her face, “of course I love him..i love him with my heart and soul. after lucas…well I never thought anyone could love me..”, closing back up again, kylie looked down to her hands to see them shaking at the mere mention of his name. that was your brother right? now her temper flared, thinking that she could be blood related to such a monster did not set well with the Canadian girl. shaking her head wildly, her hands reaching up to brush the hair out of her eyes, “no!”, her voice firm and full of some fire but some remorse as well. she did not actually mean to shout at the therapist, it would be an honest mistake for anyone. “I mean..he was my brother, but not by blood. he came with cody, my stepfather”. kylie could not yet understand how her once sweet family got turned around so badly to the point of having a stepbrother that wanted her in ways that would be considered taboo in almost every society. she shrugged off the feeling of goosebumps, little tremors running down her spine. “I don’t know what happened there either..” sorry, your stepbrother. want to talk about him? regardless of her mind protesting, her heart was telling her to keep going and kylie was a girl that listened to her heart. she needed to tell someone other than jaxon, who put lucas in his place a long time ago, “he seemed so nice at first..i really don’t know what happened. maybe I was too sweet to him, maybe I should have been a bitch..”. her mind pulling her back down memory lane, full of nightmares and horror stories that involved the sixteen year old boy, as that was when he was welcomed into the family. “I was fourteen..that shit shouldn’t happen to anyone. it just doesn’t make sense to me..” as kylie could not understand how someone so sweet turned into such a monster. “it continued for years too..until I met jaxon, he was my savior, I swear it..”, her smile reappearing to the thought of her boyfriend who she hoped would be sitting on the couch when she returned home. he saved you, literally or emotionally? “both.” she speaks too quickly, closing her eyes quickly to keep herself from seeing the face of her therapist. “lucas asked to take me on a drive, and my mother thought it was innocent, I was sixteen. I knew it wasn’t, but he said it was only to the store…” but it wasn’t, and that much was evident by the shakiness of her voice. a tough girl when it comes to her emotions, she did not wear her heart on her sleeve, “he didn’t..he took me to the woods…and I had been able to get my phone out of my pocket..and I hit one..” which was jaxon’s speedial number, they had not been dating for too long but they had the connection of an established couple, “he called the police, they tracked my phone..and they got there just in time..”, shaking her head, kylie’s head was now in her hands. she could not imagine what would have happened if jaxon had not gotten the call, had not saved her. “jaxon and him started to fight…police had to break them up..but lucas kept saying how we were going to be together forever, that this was just the start..” and kylie hated him for it. she hated that male with every fibre of her being. you never told an adult that he was doing this to you? her brows once again began to undulation in thought, she had told people—many people but kylie was not the one that was from that town, her reputation was little and even though she was welcomed, that welcome was short lived. “no one believed me…”, picking her head up from her hands, kylie shook her head once more, “no matter who I told, even my own mother. the only one that believed me was my father, who was too far away and kept saying that he wished he could do something…” and kylie knew that he could have but she wanted to see the benefit of the doubt—she wanted to think that someone in her family still cared about her, “and jaxon..he was the one that did something, he took me away from it…he saved me and I can’t thank him enough..” and maybe that was the key to their relationship. they were in one another’s debt, too selfless on her end to just leave him even though his abuse was borderline lucas’ at times but then those sweet, soft, caring moments made everything better plus, he always felt bad after and that was what counted to kylie. it showed that he was not a monster, that he was still perfect in her eyes and still had humility. why didn’t your mother believe you? “I’ve been asking my self that for years…well three or four..”, deciding that she needed to be specific for the time frame, to know that this was not forever, that was she was not this weak once upon a time. kylie could not have imagined that her life would have come to this, “I don’t understand why she didn’t…lucas just fed her stories and she picked him over me..”, there was remorse in her voice that underlined the poison that was there too. she hated her mother for letting it continue, “cody didn’t think his son could do that either..” but he did. “he watched me sleep, he laid in bed with me sometimes…he whispered the dirtiest things to me when he thought that I was not listening.” but she was, the words still rushing through her head whenever something reminds her of him. “he ruined my life..he ruined my family..” but kylie could not put all the blame on lucas, though it was easier to. he watched you sleep…did you never call the cops? kylie realized that the thought had never crossed her mind to get the authorities involved and she knew exactly why , “if my own mother, my flesh and blood, didn’t believe me..why would the police?”, and now her arms were crossed as she was finished with the topic at hand. no longer did she want to think about lucas—she had her boyfriend and her cousin and that was enough, that was more than enough. so you and jaxon are going strong..what is your relationship history” “oh..yea, we are. amazingly..” as it was still a surprise considering the amount of time that they spent arguing and bickering, “met him when I was 16..at a concert that lucas dragged me too…and he pulled me on stage and sang songs..”, but that was not the moment for kylie, the moment for her was after the show. it was when they had connected more physically that she found herself fangirling over the appearance and the personality of the male. “things moved quickly..” as they had slept together that night and in the morning, found that each other’s company was something enjoyable, “and then he started to drink..and things turned to how they are now..” which was something that kylie could live without but she could not live without jaxon, so it was a lose-lose for her. she would rather have jaxon there with his temper and abusive behavior than not there at all. “he was going to leave me there..with lucas..with my family..and I begged him to let me come with when he chose to leave Canada…and well..here we are..”, giving a nod to show it’s the end of the vague story. kylie was not one to give details about personal information, she was closed off to most people except jaxon—he knew everything about her. I see. how did it make you feel to know that your family didn’t believe you.. astounded by the words used in that question, kylie slowly began to rise to her feet with an exasperated sigh, she did not want to be here anymore. the topic was bad enough but she had a better therapist in Canada, and she was sure about to find a new one, “…yea no, it felt amazing..really..”, sarcasm laced into her words, her tone harsh to accompany her narrowed eyes, “how did you think it made me feel!? I hate them..the lot of them, all of them..no one helped me, they just let him be near me, touch me, sleep in the same house as me..and they ignored everything that was happening..”, her arms dropping to her side, smacking her legs with a defeated thud, “I think we are done here..” as kylie did not want to lose control of herself, her emotions or her temper and so she gave the woman a bow, ignoring the protests as she strolled out, and slamming the door behind her. reaching into her pocket, tears stinging her eyes and glancing through the contacts of her phone through a blurred line of vision. she tapped the screen of the phone, lifting it to her hear and giving a low, deep sigh as the phone continued to ring. “..baby, I need you..”, crawling back to jaxon even through the fight, she knew that he would be there when she returned back to the apartment. |
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