Good isn't perfect [c.e] | 18+ a Chris Evans fanfic

9| The Past

TRIGGER WARNING - ABUSE, BOTH EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY

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"Hm?" I closed my eyes, and listened to his heartbeats. I felt somewhat okay, his hands calmed me down. It was nice to have someone to care for me.  "Can I kiss you? Again?" Could he?

I nodded. "That would be great. I like you kissing me." He pulled me up and leaned in. His lips collided with mine, it was a mix of tongue and teeth. His hands never left my neck and my cheeks. I appreciated that.

I placed my hands on his chest. He had muscles. Just like Chris. I moved my hands up into his hair, and tugged. He moaned. We were in the moment when a loud beeping sound went off. Rick pulled away from me.

"I'm so sorry," Rick leaned over to my nightstand. "It's my pager, I'm needed in the hospital. There has been a car crash between a car and a bus. Are you going to be alright?" I nodded. Of course I was going to be okay. "Nothing my vibrator can't do." I half joked.

"You know what I meant, sweetheart. I can call in sick."

I shook my head. "No, go to work. Save some lives. I will be fine. And besides, I can just call you if I need anything. Now go!" I leaned myself on the wall, folding my arms.

"Okay, then you need to promise me that you will call?" I nodded and he kissed me once more before he closed the door behind him. I went back to bed. I laid myself down with my pillow and the tears started to stream down my face.

I curled up into my bed and buried my face into my pillow. I thought I was going to be okay, but I once again fooled myself. I cried until I didn't think I was ever going to be able to stop. I eventually fell asleep, but the nightmares soon consumed me. It was going to be a long night.

Tuesday June 13th 2000

Caroline was four years old. She was excited that day. She was going to be five years old in a few days, and all her friends were coming to her birthday party. Her mom was in the kitchen making her the cake. Caroline came running to her mom. "Mummy, mummy!" Her mother turned around smiling. She had done a good job trying to cover up her bruises from Caroline's father. "Hey, cupcake. You want to help? But we need to be quiet, your dad is sleeping, and we can't wake him, you understand sweetie?" Even though Caroline was five she understood the seriousness in her mothers voice. Caroline knew how her father was. Abusing.

"Okay. Can I lick the bowl?" Her mother nodded. "I won't tell dad. I promise." Her mother gave Caroline the bowl, and she crawled into her hiding spot in the corner cabinet with all the pots and lids. This way she could eat her batter alone, and if her father woke up he wouldn't see her.

She had been sitting in the cabinet for two minutes when she heard her dad outside. "Where the hell is she, Monica? Where is my daughter?" Then she heard a slap and her mother crying out in pain. "Don't tell me she is licking the bowl, whore!" Another slap. And then there was a kick. Right into her mothers stomach.

Caroline could hear her mother falling to the floor. Caroline's instinct took over. She opened the door to the cabinet and crawled out from her hiding. Seeing her mom on the floor made her scream out. Without thinking she stepped in front of her mother, protecting her. "Don't hurt mommy, you sick guy!" What came next was something a child should never experience.

Frank, her dad, picked Caroline up by her hair and threw her against the wall. His rage flowing from him. He took to large steps towards Carolines small frame, and kicked her. Over and over again. He leaned down, and for a moment she thought he was going to comfort her, until a slap stung her cheek.

"Stand up you useless child." Carolline didn't cry. She needed to be strong for her mother. But she feared her father and did as she was told. Grabbing her upper arm, Frank led her out into the car. He didn't bother to put her in her car seat or make sure she was secure before he got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

Luckily for Caroline, her mother had teached her and Adrian, her older brother who was eight years, last week how to fasten the seatbelt.

Looking into the rearview, her father put on a smile. "What happened to you, Honey?" She knew what he wanted to answer, this wasn't the first time this had happened. "What are you going to tell the nice nurses at the hospital? Hm? You need to speak up, daddy can't hear you." Caroline didn't want to tell the lie, she wanted to tell the truth this time.

"I fell on the playground and then I fell again when I came home in the stairs." Her father smiled at her. "Good girl."

At the hospital Frank put on his best worrying face and faked how sad he was. "She is very clumsy. I have told her time after time that she isn't allowed to run inside. But she is so hyper sometimes that she doesn't listen to either me or her mom. Ha-ha." Caroline was uncomfortable on her fathers lap, and couldn't understand how her father could just lie like that.

The nurse stitching up her wounds could tell something was up. She needed to get the little girl alone and away from her dad. If he really was her dad.

She excused herself and went outside of the room. Finding the closest doctor she explained her theory; Either Caroline's father was abusing her or the little girl was a victim of human trafficking.

The nurse, Olivia, had never thought the last theory would happen in Norway, but you could never be too sure.

"Hi, I'm doctor Magnussen," The older lady smiled at Caroline and her dad. "I want to take Caroline to get some x-rays to rule out any broken bones. Unfortunately parents aren't allowed into that part of the hospital, so we need you, Mr. Ottersen, to wait outside in the waiting rooms. Olivia here will take good care of your beautiful daughter."

In the x-ray-room Caroline broke down. She told the nurse everything. How her father would hit her mother and her, how she was scared every day. She cried and cried until there were no tears left to cry.

The only positive outcome of the day was that there were no broken bones.

Olivia called the police on her father and they brought him into the station and he got arrested. That was the first time Caroline had watched her dad going to jail.

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I woke up soaked through with sweat. It had been a long time since I've had a nightmare, and this memory was a memory I didn't want to remember.

I checked the clock on my nightstand. Six am. I figured it wasn't any point to go back to sleep, since I needed to get up in an hour anyways.

Stepping out onto the floor I stepped onto glass. I looked down and saw that I had knocked over my wineglass in my sleep and it had shattered into pieces on the floor.

"Great, just great."