Just wanted to let you know I like your bethy fic idea, so I'd like a second chapter... Just a little tip you switched povs for one sentence when you said it made beth realize why maggie had her call her (or sth like that) personally I like that pov better, but that's your choice, anyway please keep writing :)
Thank you! I had begun it in the third person then switched it, but I think I might go back and edit to fix it.
A Bethyl Fanfic. I don't know whether to write a second chapter, so please let me know if I should!
“I’ll talk to you later, Maggie.” I told my sister, walking towards the door into my apartment building.
“Call me when you get home tomorrow!”She hollered at me. I glanced back at her and rolled my eyes. “Roll your eyes all you want, Beth! You know I worry about you here in the city by yourself.” She yelled through the window of her car.
A car honked, and Maggie turned her head, leaning out of her window. “Oh, shut the hell up!” She screamed.
“Are you sure you’re not the one who should live in the city?” I asked her, laughing. She flashed me a smile, but it fell when the person got out of the car behind her, a large man. His face was furious, and Maggie’s own flushed of all of its blood.
“You wanna say that again, slut?” The man yelled, and I couldn’t believe he had just said that.
Maggie looked at him, then at me. “Beth, get inside.” She told me, then I watched as he went to walk up to her car. “Get!” She yelled at me, putting her car in neutral and revving the engine. The guy jumped back, and she waved to me, then quickly put her car in drive and hit the gas.
I went inside soon after and went upstairs. That man was insane. Yeah, she was rude too, but he looked like he was going to hang her out by her intestines! It was people like that who made me realize why Maggie had me call every time I got home.
Once inside my apartment, I quickly changed into my pajama. I was helping out St. Angela’s Orphanage tomorrow, doing arts and crafts with the kids like I did every first Monday of the month, but Maggie didn’t even get me home until…
I looked towards the tv, seeing that it was- Oh my god. 3:42 am! I still had to get up at 9 to be there by 10. I rubbed my hand down my face, sighing as I closed my eyes. Hopefully 5 hours would be enough. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water, then walked back to my bedroom and laid down.
Well, it would have to do. I shifted to the right, then let sleep cuddle me into a sweet dream.
You don’t always have to be a hero, Bethy. Sometimes it’s okay to run away.
Not if it means someone getting hurt. Not if I can help someone.
You can’t always help, and you need to know that it’s okay.
No.
You shouldn’t have helped me.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
When will you be home?
That’s not my home.
Please don’t go.
I’m already gone.
A shriek awoke me. Honestly, it really only completely woke me up because it made me jump out of bed and hit my toe on my nightstand that Jimmy gave me as a housewarming gift.
I cried out, lifting my foot and trying to see how bad it was in the dark. I was about 99% sure it was broken when another scream occurred in the distance. I walked to the door with a limp, but before I left, I looked to my clock again, seeing it was 5:27. Not even two hours.
The next scream made my blood curdle and I wondered in the back of my mind if some serial killer was actually killing people at 5:30 in the morning.
I ran out of the door, forgetting my shoes as I swung my front door open. I heard some crying, and my feet picked up speed beneath me. The screaming got louder, and I knew that it had to be inside the building. Now I heard two people. Maybe it was kids. Or a couple. Or maybe it really was a serial killer. I began to get some knots in my stomach.
Now, I was a reasonable person. Always trying to do the right thing and when I played Grand Theft Auto, I didn’t have the heart to kill people so I spent hours attempting to drive the speed limit and not get any stars, but the more I heard those screams, the more I knew I had to stop them.
Before I knew what was happening, I was knocked back by a door swinging open, hitting me in my cheek and my toe. Yes, that toe. I screamed.
“Can you please not do that aga-“
“No, Ed! I’m sorry! Please stop!” A woman cried, holding onto a man’s arm as he left an apartment. The man who had just very rudely opened the door into me.
It took me a minute to realize that the man was the same one from earlier, the guy who looked like he was about to kill Maggie on the street. He was already high on my psycho list.
He slung the woman off of him, and she bounced off the wall, catching herself before she fell.
“Get your hands off of me, bitch.” He spat, getting in her face. I saw his hand lifting, and I rushed forward, yanking his hand away from her and holding it against my chest. Didn’t know what the hell I was doing, just knew that I was doing it. He seemed confused until he looked at me. “You’re that little shit with the girl earlier.” I saw the motions going through his mind and new instantly that he was about to hit me.
“Ed, don’t!” The woman screamed, tears falling down her face as she grabbed at him. I saw where he had already got her in the eyebrow and lip, and her chest was pretty bruised from what I could see.
He threw his hand out, hitting her in the face. She hit the wall hard, sliding down.
My mouth fell open, and I looked at him, seeing him about to lift his hand to me too. “Get. Off. Me!” He yelled, bringing his hand down on my cheek. Oh my god, the pain. It was like I just got hit by a truck.
No one had ever hit me before. My brother had played rough with my a few times, and me and Maggie had shoved each other when we were younger, but no one had actually hit me. It was worse than I had ever imagined. My eye balls felt like they might pop out of my skull, and my teeth had hit each other so hard I was afraid I had chipped them.
I thought that it’d be over, that he’d leave after he hit me once, but he yanked my hair and caught my gaze. “She told me no. But maybe I’ll just fuck you.” He said, his face dangerously close to mine.
I couldn’t believe this was even happening. Abuse, well that I had seen before. But a rapist? I didn’t know how to do anything. My body was mush. My mind was utterly blank.
“If you touch me-“ I began, but he laughed in my face. All of this was so new to me. This harsh treatment. But, I saw the lady moving in the corner of my eye and I just had to keep him away from her.
“What? What will you do? You won’t do shit, little girl!” He stepped forward, his odor emanating off of his being. “I’m gonna fuck you.” He told me, and I was so in shock that I didn’t see his hand coming for me again, this time hitting me in the chest. I coughed, leaning forward.
My vision went kind of blurry and my lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough air. Or any, actually. I was pretty sure I was about to have a panic attack.
I can’t just let him do this. I can’t let him do this to her and nothing happen to him. And, of course, I won’t let him do it to me.
I looked to the woman quickly, seeing her looking up at me with fear. She was trying to get me to run, and I wanted to listen, but I just couldn’t. Daddy always said I had a hero compex.
So, I lunged forward, my teeth meeting his shoulder. He screeched and I couldn’t help but feel like it was some sort of justice considering how badly he’d been making that lady scream earlier.
I tasted the blood, but I didn’t care. He shook himself, trying to get me off as he continuously hit me, not realizing that it was just making me cling on harder. I knew it’d bruise, and by it, I meant everything since he’d hit me just about everywhere, but that’d be small in comparison to what I’d do to him. I wanted people to see him and ask what the hell happened. I wanted people to see how ugly it was.
I finally ground my teeth all the way in until they touched, then I let go of him.
“You crazy bitch!” He screamed at me, looking at his shoulder hole that I just gave him.
My only response was to spit the flesh I had just bit off at him, it landing near his foot.
He looked at it, then looked at me. I knew I probably had his blood all over my face, and so I smiled at him. Not that I really was this crazy, but maybe he wouldn’t come back to beat me again if he thought I was some crazy girl in the hallway. My mind raced with new ways to scare him if need be, but it seemed moot.
“You’re gonna regret this.” He told me, walking backwards as he headed to the stairs.
I watched him walk out of the door, his hand over his bloody shoulder, then wiped my mouth on my sleeve and knelt beside the woman. She looked at me and I saw how she was a bit afraid of me too. Hell, so was I.
“I’ve never done that before.” I assured her. That brought a small laugh out of her, then a whimper in pain. “Let’s get you to a hospital.” I said, but she quickly shook her head.
“If you want to help me, drive me to a friend.” She said, and I nodded, putting my arm around her waist and lifting her. I walked her towards the parking garage.
I checked the surrounding area for Ed before helping her walk to my truck, then into my passenger seat. I jumped in the driver’s seat and backed out.
“Where to?” I asked her, still checking the surrounding area.
“Do you know where the Lucky Automotive Repair is on North Linnington is?” She asked weakly, and I shook my head.
“But I know the street.” I said, so I pulled onto the road and we left.
My body was shaking in my seat and so many places ached, and I almost felt numb. But, when I glanced over to the lady in my passenger seat, I knew she was a lot worse off than me. She kept dozing in and out, and so I spoke to her to try and keep her awake.
“Do you want anything to eat?” She shook her head.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the-“ She nodded.
“Okay.” I finally gave in.
After about 5 minutes, she turned to me. “How old are you?”
“18.” I responded, making her hang her head a little bit.
“I’m so sorry.” She said, and I knew she meant for the beating I received.
I looked over at her. “Don’t you say that! It is not your fault that he did any of that. I tried to keep him from hurting you, and I got hurt in the process. That’s okay with me.” She looked at me with a confused expression. “I chose that.”
She was quiet for a minute, then she started laughing. Hysterical laughing too, not just giggling. I lifted my eyebrows in question, and she responded saying, “You bit his god damn shoulder off!” Still laughing.
I thought about it a minute, then started laughing too. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
“What’s your name?” She asked me when we were a few blocks away from North Linnington.
“Beth.” I said.
“Beth, when I was your age, I was running around with men twice my age on the streets.” I didn’t say anything to that, but nodded my head showing that I was listening. “You don’t do that though, do you?”
“No ma’am.” I told her, turning on my turn signal.
“Call me Carol. Ma’am makes me feel old.” And she was. Well, not old, but older. Yet she was still very beautiful. Her hair was grey, but she didn’t have hardly any wrinkles at all. She had smooth skin with the occasional scar that I could guess where she got it.
We pulled into the repair shop, and I quickly got out, stumbling over to where she was and helped her out. My body was on fire now, hurting and throbbing, but I still carried her towards where the garage was.
I was staring at the pictures of cars on the walls as we walked up that I didn’t notice the grease monkey lift his head from an engine. “Carol? What the hell happened?”
She rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue. “What the hell do you think happen?” She asked, teasing the man.
But he was clearly unamused as he came up to us, looking her over. He was covered in grease and was wearing one of those blue mechanic suits, but I could still see his muscles tense when he saw her reddened skin.
His eyes fell on me, and I squirmed a little under his gaze. His eyes caught on my lips, and I became nervous until I remembered what was on them.
“What have you been doing with your mouth?” He asked, immediately blushing afterwards. I followed soon after, and Carol laughed heartily.
Carol laughed some more, patting me on the shoulder. “She did! Ed was hitting her after she tried to keep him off of me, then he…” Her smile fell. “He told her he was gonna fuck her.”
The guy looked at me, something in his eyes. Anger seemed the most persistent, but there was something else there too. Pity possibly.
“So, she attacked him and bit off a big chunk of his shoulder.”
I looked down at my feet. It was one thing that she knew, since she was there to see it, but this guy must have thought I was some sort of crazy chick. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
What he said next made me cringe so much that I was pretty sure it was visible. “Who the hell are you?”
It sounded so rude. I wanted to flip him off, but I had already been un-lady like enough for a day, so I plastered on a smile. “I’m Beth Greene.” I said, holding out my hand. He watched it like it was a freaking cobra about to strike or something.
When I saw that he wasn’t going to shake it, I brought it back to my side. “You are…?”
Carol hit him square in the back, and I saw why he didn’t shake my hand. He didn’t like it when she touched him. If I didn’t know better, which I didn’t, I’d say he was scared of it.
I wrote a fanfic on Klaroline, though I've written one before, but I've been working a lot on this one. It's about Caroline as a peasant, and Klaus as a devilish prince in the 1400s. If you want more about it, click down herrrreeeeeee! http://sleepingawaytheday.tumblr.com/post/64547841033/deja-vu-in-the-mid-1400s-a-devilish-monarch-of
... Stefan and Elena... I should have kown they would literally resort back to season 1. All of the amazing Delena moments made me remember why I loved them in the first place, and then Stefans brains get scrambled like eggs, and we're back to stage one. Julie Plec... Killin' my dreams, here. I feel like that episide was like three hours long.... But so so good. Someone pinch me, I think Ive been dreaming.
SPOILERS! SPOILERS! THE PETROVA DOPPELGANGER DATES BACK ALL THE WAY TO SILAS? THE ORIGINALS STORY OF HOW THE DOPPELGANGERS BEGAN WASNT REALLY THE BEGINNING? SILAS WAS IN LOVE WITH AN ELENA DOPPELGANGER? NO WONDER SILAS SHIPS STELENA! Annndddd... my life has ended.
“Loneliness, Stefan. That’s why you and I memorialize our dead. There’s the briefest of moments before we kill where we literally hold their life in our hands, and then we rip it away, and we’re left with nothing. So gathering other people’s letters or writing their names on a wall… It’s a reminder… That in the end we’re left infinitely and utterly alone.”
