My Brother’s Best Friend

What Did He Do

{Maisy’s POV}

[TRIGGER WARNING! This episode contains themes of past physical, emotional and SA. Reader discretion is advised.]

“What did Phillip do to you Maisy?” He asked, his voice had a chill tone to it, one that let me know, he was angry.

“He.. he was just rough that’s all..” I whispered, wishing I’d never spoken a word.

“D***** May, tell me what he did, or I’ll go beat it out of him!” He said, his anger growing by the second.

“He beat me Damon.. and assaulted me.. he tortured me.” I cried out, memories flooding back to me. I shook the memories off, tears streaming down my face. “Please.. I don’t want to think about it anymore! Please just make it stop!” I cried out. I dropped to my knees, I held my hand over my inner thigh, where that horrible tattoo was.

“What is that tattoo really of flower?” He asked, his voice still steady.

Flower was what he called me when we were younger. He said that Maisy, sounded like Daisy. So he’d rather just call me flower if my name sounds like one. When we were really little, he was so sweet. As we grew up, he became distant, and rude, but now.. Now he’s here.. and he just wants to help. How could I tell him? How could I be the one to say these words. I’d kept it a secret for almost a year now, but here I was telling Damon:

“It’s a butterfly.. just a butterfly..” I whimpered.

“Tell me!” He demanded, his voice booming. “Tell me, or I’ll go find him and make the coward tell me. You’re no coward flower, now tell me!”

“It’s his d*** family crest.. he branded it in, then took me to a tattoo shop to make it permanent.. please.. just stop.. I don’t want to think about it..” I cried, my body began shaking again profusely. I fell over onto my side and convulsed.

“DOCTOR!” I heard Damon shouting, I couldn’t see straight, and decided that just closing my eyes was better than having to see this.

I woke up again, back on the bed, blankets tucked all around me, and my brother sleeping leaned over the foot of my bed in a chair. I sat up slowly looking at him, his sweet face was all bunched up with worry, even while he was asleep. I tucked his thick brown locks behind his ear on the side. I looked around the room, Damon was gone. I felt disappointed, then a little angry. He upset me so much, then just left.

Ethan began to stir, he sat up and looked me over. “Maisy, you’re awake!” He said, his eyes never leaving my face.

“What happened.. the last thing I remember was talking to Damon..” I whispered softly.

“You had a seizure, brought on by stress. They ran more tests, they said you’ll be fine but they have to keep you for a few days.” He softly told me the news.

“Where’d Damon go?” I asked, trying not to sound worried.

“He said not to worry you with the details, just that he’d be back later, and he’ll have taken care of your problem.” He said shrugging his shoulders, confusions leaked from his voice.

I sat up quickly and grabbed Ethan’s phone, I quickly called Damon’s number and to my surprise he picked up. “Is she up yet?” He asked.

“Yes, she is!” I said, my anxiety ringing clear in my words. “What are you doing Damon, you said you’d stay out of it!” I yelled.

“I’m not doing anything, just taking care of a little problem. Your brother forgot to get your food earlier because I texted him that you had a seizure. I’m out here picking up some food for you.” He said sweetly.

“Oh.. okay.. that’s.. thank you.” I said softly, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Ethan. “I thought that he was taking out the trash at the apartment, I told him I forgot to. I just didn’t want Charolette to freak out if he showed up.”

I said before gripping my head as it throbbed. “Owe!” I groaned. “How much longer is my head going to hurt?” I asked, laying back in my bed.

“The doctor said you hit your head pretty hard, and they’re going to keep you for observation for a few days. They’re running more tests now, we should hear back from him soon.” He said laying his head back down. “Try to get some more sleep sis, you need it, the doctor said you need plenty of rest to get better!” He said, a nurturing tone in his voice.

I laid down, pulling the blankets up, and closing my eyes. A little more sleep couldn’t hurt, I felt completely drained.

I could hear voices in the distance, they were whispering something that I couldn’t quite understand. I began to wake up, groggily looking around the room. My eyes finally landed to the door which was cracked open. I could hear Ethan, and Damon talking outside. “How could you show up here like that?” Ethan whispered. “She’s already freaked out enough and you’re going to show up to a hospital like that!”

“Relax, I came to drop off some food, I’m going home to hit the shower, and get some clean clothes before I come back!” Damon said, a snarky tone to his voice.

I stood slowly and carefully and made my way to the door. I creaked it open, my eyes on the floor as I stepped out. “So what did you get me?” I asked, my eyes trailing up and landing on Damon. He was covered in blood, and his fists were torn and bruised. He had claw marks on his neck, and a gash across his left eyebrow.

I looked up in horror, I knew what he had done, he didn’t even have to say anything. He lied to me before, he wasn’t just getting me food. He found Phillip, and honestly, I didn’t know if Phillip could survive losing that much blood. “W-What have you done?” I asked, bringing my hand to my mouth. “H-He’ll come for me now.. he’ll know I told you..” I whispered before closing the door in their face and locking it. I slid down the other side, tears pooling in my eyes and streaming down my cheeks. I could hear their frantic pleas on the other side of the door, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to run and hide, which is what I did in the first place. Running was the only thing I could do to get away from him.