It's dark, but I see that I am back in my old home. Through the darkness of the night I can distinguish the familiar fournitures of the living room. The red couch with the empty beer bottles, the TV I never got to use under any circumstances, the dirty carpet that tries to light up the room with its bright colors. These contours are all imprinted in my mind.

I take a deep breath when I hear sudden footsteps right behind me. I am to slow to turn around so instead I take in the sudden punch that was thrown right at my stomach. I try to dodge the next punch that comes fling to my face, put once again I am too slow and his fist collides with my face. I intend to fight back, but my frail figure stands no chance against this drunken man and I know it. It's like a deadly circle I can't get out of.

I collapse to the hard ground and cover my head with my fragile arms when continued punches are thrown at me. And there I feel it again. The warm sticky liquid that peacefully slides down my skin. I feel like it always follows me everywhere I go, I get used to it and now it's accepted. An accepted pain.

"Magnolia" my foster dad yells at me, making his alcoholic breath reach my nostrils. Again and again he yells. Kicks. Punches. It doesn't stop. I get numb as the intense pain slowly starts to fade away.

"S-stop please." I beg while I try to cling to my painful stomach to make it stop.

He smirks at me before hovering over me with his massive body. I am struggling to breath as his hands reach my neck to squeeze out what's left out of my life. Tears fall. They hit the ground. I close my eyes.

"Lila..." a faint voice whispers somewhere fare away. I try to hold on a little longer, but I now I can't escape my faith. But...Wait. This is not my foster dad. This voice...

"Lila..." The smoothing voice whispers again, but a little louder. I try to think. I know this nickname. One person called me that. Only one person. But who ? Think Magnolia.

Comfort, safety, fun, sunshine are the words that accompany this nickname. The only time I had these things were with with my brothers, especially Blake and... and Jace... but he never called me that.

"Lila...you're safe..." A now clear voice whispers against my ear and I suck in a deep breath as the grip of my foster dad on my throat is slowly released until it disappears. The images blur around me and I feel like I am being ripped away from the place.

That's when I wake up. I am safe. I am awake.

It was all a fake, but the pain I am feeling right now is just as destructive as in my nightmare. I let the tears fall as strong arms hold me gently in a protective way. It's Blake. He always used to call me Lila when we were still young and together. The one and only one. My Bee.

I grip my hands to his t-shirt and I feel him relax just a little, but not enough to relieve all his tense muscle that are still holding on to me. But why is he here ? He hates me...

As this thought makes its way to my mind, my body slowly tries to push away the person that is trying to help me. I create space between our two figures which earns me a violent shock in my ribs. Instinctively my hand flies to the painful spot, which without me noticing alerts all the five brothers that are standing in the room with me. My dumbass was so focused to not faint right here that I didn't even see their presence besides Blake.

"What happened Magnolia ?" A cold voice speaks up in the silent room, making me freeze in place.

Please don't tell me they are all in this room analysing every step I am making right now, because that would mean that I am fucked. I am wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Which means nothing covers my bruises, so they will find out. I think as I am drowning in my own head that fills itself with worry and panic.

I don't dare to look up. My eyes are glued to my hand that is still on my stomach. The bruise on my wrist is clear and them not seeing it is impossible, but let's just hope the darkness is enough to cover it. I gather my courage up and clear my throat to convince them to leave.

"I am fine. It was just a stupid nightmare." I speak with a strong voice as I look up to face them, which surprises me.

All five of them are staring at me with different emotions. Anger. Panic. Hate. Worry. Confusion. Only Damon has his emotionless mask on. The kind where you can't look through, the one that I learned to master over the years.

So right now I mirror Damon, wipe my tears away and look at them like nothing happened, like I am not in pain. I push the pain away, push into a deep hole inside of me and as I do so all my feelings disappear along with it. My soul cracks a little bit more.

"Magnolia that was not nothing. You wouldn't wake up. Who the fuck tried to hurt you ?" Blake says through gritted teeth. I could see he was trying to hold in his anger.

"It happens, but I am fine. It was just a nightmare I am telling you. Sorry for bothering you all. You can go to bed now." I say with a small fake smile to make them believe me.

"Boys you can leave now. Leo stay" Damon speaks up with a harsh tone and when I look up at him I see him staring at my hand. My bruised hand. Fuck.

"Damon are you serious, did you not see what just happened ? Are you gonna let it-" Greyson said frustrated, but was cut of by Damon once again.

"OUT "

All the boys, except for Leo followed Greyson outside, but just as Blake was about to stand up his eyes fell on my arm and I tensed, but relaxed a little when I saw him stand up and head towards the door.

Except he didn't do what I though he would do.

He slammed the door closed and faced me. He was fuming and enraged.

"Who the FUCK hurt you !" He growled, which made me back up in my bed to the point where my back was pressed against the headboard of the bed. This anger was nothing good for me, he would surely hit me fro being so weak. Just like Steve, my foster dad and Nick always did.

"It's nothing Blake, I just hit my hand that's it." I replied and slowly pulled my covers over my body so that nearly everything was covered and out of their sight. To be honest I was shaking out of fear. I was scared of what they would do if they found out. They would hurt me even more. But I can't keep this feeling of pain any longer inside of me, strength isn't with me.

"Don't fucking lie To me Lila. I have seen those before and it is NOT nothing."

"Blake stop now otherwise you can leave !" Damon said with authority which made Blake shut up. " Magnolia, take those covers away. I know you are hidding much more under them." he ordered and I froze.

No. He couldn't see them. He couldn't see the scares, burns and bruises. At this moment panic took over me as I knew I had no escape. I shake my head from side to side and let the tears that threaten to fall go, which immediately brakes down the emotional wall I build as the pain takes over me.

The mask falls.