Justice League Porn Story: Winter Storm – Chapter 5

Author’s Note: I do not own the song We Are Broken by Paramore.

I jerked up, feeling horribly startled. I looked around, hearing voices.

Mother, shes in here. Weve found her.

They sounded so familiarlike my brothers voices. I felt myself being lifted. I was safe. I felt at peace for the first time in as long as I could remember. I looked over to the man beside me. My brothers were lifting him. I silently hoped they didnt hurt him, and I wondered why I cared.

I clutched onto Thomas as he lifted me up. I silently wondered how they had found me, but I was too tired for questions. I closed my eyes, not really wanting to see the look of disgust on their faces. I knew that look was for me. I sighed, deciding to allow myself a bit of comfort as I snuggled into Thomas chest. He only smiled down at me, carrying me to the jet outside.

I whimpered as he laid me down on the stretcher in the back of the jet. Despite my shame, I just couldnt be alone. My mother sat beside me, holding my hand as she continuously told me it would be okay. I gave her hand a squeeze of reassurance. I didnt feel like talking. She smiled in an understanding way that only a mother knows. My father was visibly holding back tears as he brushed my hair out of my face. I smiled at him.

Sorry, for cutting into your brooding time.

I chuckled, but I didnt even recognize my own voice. It felt so flat and emotionless. I felt myself getting drowsy, and I decided sleep was the best option.

I woke up the next morning in my room. It looked exactly the samethe band posters, my books, my homework were all in the same position I left them. My family was asleep around my bed. They had obviously been there all night. I smiled even though I didnt deserve it. I quietly got up from the bed, so as not to wake up anyone. I walked across the corridor filled with armor, swords, and tapestry of a deep red hanging from the twelve-foot ceilings. It was the same as when I last saw it.

I needed to get away. I felt like I was going to scream. I ran down the corridor past all the family portraits. I felt as if those eyes were staring at me, penetrating deep down into my soul. I felt like everyone could see the pain and hurt that I hid. I ducked into the bathroom. I bit my lip as I pulled out a razor, dragging it across my wrist.

Dont be a coward. I wont let you take the easy way out.

I tried to ignore the voice in my head. I wasnt a coward, and I wasnt about to take the easy way out. This was the only pain I could control.

Stop it, you could hurt yourself. I cant lose you. Its not your fault. Stop hurting yourself, Ales!

I bit my lip, trying to block this voice out. I didnt know who was in my head, but I knew it was my fault. This voice was wrong. This person knew nothing about me. I pushed the razor deeper, watching the dark red liquid run down my arm, before placing it in the sink, allowing all the blood to wash away. It didnt take long for it to heal. For me, nothing took long to healat least physically.

I left the bathroom, feeling depressed. I had control of my physical pain. It wasnt much, but I felt like the chaos of my life was lessening. I sighed, deciding to turn to my music. I opened the door to the family music room. Music sheets were scattered everywhere. Several glass figurines lay broken on the floor. I ripped of part of the dark blue nightgown that I assumed my mother had put me in, running the cloth over the grand piano. It was covered with dust. It looked like it hadnt been played in years. The wood began to gleam as the sunlight struck it from the window. I smiled as the years of dust and decay were removed.

You should play, Ales. I want to hear you sing like I used to sing to you.

Sitting at the bench, I began to play. It had been three years since I played. I started out a little rusty, but with time and effort, it was all coming back to me. I smiled as the melodious sound reverberated throughout the room. It was beautiful. There were no notes on sheet musicno boundaries to confine me, no restraints. The music just flowed, the sound so pure and innocent. I smiled as I began to put words to my composition. It was a moment that could only be described as perfect. I took a deep breath as I started to sing.

I am outside
And I’ve been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I’ve seen worlds that don’t belong
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this.

The man I had seen earlier walked into the room. I froze, nervous about singing in front of a stranger. He smiled, leaning on the piano.

Im Caspian. Please, dont be afraid, He smiled, Keep singing. You have the voice of an angel.

I gave him a skeptical look. My singing voice wasnt that great. He only smiled, his golden eyes so warm and comforting. I couldnt explain it, but I felt this deep connection with him as if I had known him forever.

Keep me safe inside.

Your arms like towers

Tower over me.

I couldnt help but look to him as I sang these words. They were meant for someone that I couldnt rememberSomeone who protected me during my torture. I must have had an angel looking out from me, but in my head I heard a voice say, Im far from an angel.

I blushed, looking away from him. Singing was the one place that I could express myself, but it was also the one place I felt the most vulnerable. I felt that if people laughed at my music then they were laughing at who I was. I put my heart into my words. It was poetry combined with the heavenly sound of piano.

Yeah
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And all the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
Lock the doors
Cause I’d like to capture this voice
That came to me tonight

I looked to Caspian once again. Our eyes met as I sang of this voice. Id been hearing the voice for a while now, and it reminded me of him. I shook my head, knowing that was impossible. I didnt even know Caspian.

So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I’ll show myself it wasn’t forged
We’re at war
We live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence

And all the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
Tower over me

Tower over me
And I’ll take the truth at any cost
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And all the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole.

I stopped playing the piano to look at him, Its a work in progress. I dont think its that good.

He chuckled, A work in progress? That was amazing. Your voice is like a thousand angel choruses together in perfect harmony. When you sing, I feel your pain and anguish. Then, I feel so at peace because your voice just makes me feel like a better person.

I smiled, pondering his words, A better person?

I really wondered if people were capable of becoming better. I certainly wasnt. I was like humpty dumpty. All the kings horses and all the kings men cant put me back together again. Maybe, I was looking in all the wrong places.

Ales, sometimes you have to put yourself back together.

I sighed, knowing that this task would not be easy. I got up from the piano bench, smiling softly at Caspian. I shivered slightly, and he removed his bathrobe, draping it over my shoulders, Thank you, Caspian.

He smirked, No, problem Ales. You should get back before you family starts looking for you.

I nodding, getting up to walk back to my room. As I walked down the corridor, I couldnt help but look over my shoulder. Caspian was attractive. His broad shoulders and masculine physique were so unreal. I couldnt help but sigh as he brushed his hair from his face before he turned from me, trying to hide the scar that his hair concealed.

I then found myself on the ground. I moaned in pain from running into the door. Unfortunately, my cry of distress woke up my family. They all rushed out into the hall to see if I was okay. I was helped up by at least ten hands. Caspian backed away into the shadows as if he was nervous about my family talking to him. I smiled at him, making a small gesture for him to come out of the darkness. He shrugged, complying.

Im fine. I just I turned to catch a glimpse at Caspian, Got distracted.

My mother chuckled, giving me a knowing look. Caspian only rolled his eyes muttering something that sounded like klutz. I smiled sheepishly, Its my fault, but Im fine. I just need some clothes. I thought Frank and Mom would like to come shopping with me.

Frank looked away from me, mumbling something that sounded like sure. I knew he blamed himself. He was the last one with me when I got kidnapped. It wasnt his fault. All he did was leave me alone when I needed time alone. It was just bad timing. I blinked a few times. It was just bad timing, so it was no ones fault. But, I could have done something differently. I could have protected myself. I could have screamed louder. I could have done something to help myself.

There was nothing you could do.

I groaned, wanting nothing more than for this voice to leave me alone. I smiled at my brother, Frank, its not your fault. It never was. You left me alone when I needed to be left alone. For that, I thank you. There was nothing you could donothing anyone could do. So, please, come shopping with me.

Frank nodded, Okay, but I get to pick out at least five of your dresses.

I shook my head, Frank, some would think that you are gay.

Frank giggled childishly, My girlfriend knows differently.

I stretched, raising my arms high above my head, Im going to walk around the house for a while. I want some time to myself. Why dont you go eat breakfast, and then I can meet you in the garage.

I walked down the corridor towards the gym. I needed my morning yoga. It had the best calming effect. I stopped a minute, taking a moment for myself. I needed to get a grip. I couldnt let anyone see my like this. I was fine.

I screamed, looking behind me to see Caspian, Dont sneak up on me like that. Obviously, the word alone means nothing to you.

He smirked, You seemed worried and frightened. I wanted to make sure that you were okay. Besides, Im enjoying looking at the family photographs. I like the one of these young girls. Who are they?

I looked at the portrait he was pointing to. I remembered when that was taken. I was five, and it was the first Christmas everyone attended, The girl in the pink with the blond curls and blue eyes is my sister, Allison. The girl in the blue with the dark copper-colored hair and silver eyes is me. So, you can tell Im not myself?

Caspian leaned against the wall as if he were taking a moment to muse over the photograph in order to ignore my question, You were cute as a kid. Allison looks nothing like you, and dont worry about it. You have every right not to be yourself. Youve been through a lot of pain and torture.

I looked down, not really wanting to think about it, Allison was adopted. My father loved her dearly, but I was his favorite because I am the child of his beloved wife. Allison hated me for being the favorite. Our relationship worsened when she became a teenager. She did things to me.

Caspian sat down against the wall, Like what?

His question was so innocent. I knew he was only concerned. I couldnt speak. I only looked down in shame as I lifted the nightgown so that he could see the scar on my lower backso that he could see me for what I really wasworthless.

I bit my lip as Caspian gently traced my scar with his cold finger. He moved his hand up, tracing my spine. I shivered at his touch. I felt naked before him. I couldnt explain the attraction I felt to him, Why dont I remember you?

Caspian looked away from me, moving further from me. I whimpered when his hands left my body. I wanted him to touch meto pull me close and tell me it would be okay, Ales, you dont remember me because my father erased your memories after torturing you. You dont remember because I helped him take you from all of this. I helped him take you from your happiness. I destroyed your life, all for my fathers respect. I stood by and watched him abuse you daily. Ales, its better that you dont remember a monster like me. Its better that you dont still love me. Our love ended with your lost memories and this scar on my face. Is this the face you want to see when you wake? Do you want to live with a monster?

I wiped the tears from his face as he screamed. I was sure everyone had heard what he had done. I felt fear for a moment, but it was not fear of him. My only fear was that he would leave me again, Caspian, I want to wake up to the sound of your voice. I want to see your face everyday of my life. Caspian, I cant remember you, but I want to so much. You are not a monster. No matter what I remember or not my feelings for you are undeniable.

He shrugged away my touch, No, you dont need me.

He walked away. I felt my heart break as he shoved my love to the side. I sighed, deciding to continue with my morning routine. I wasnt about to worry anyone by acting upset. I stopped as I was about to round the corner. Thomas and Caspian were talking. He had obviously heard what Caspian had said.

Thomas growled in angera type of anger that can only be described as brotherly love, Caspian, youve hurt my sister for the last time. I want you to leave. I wont have her constantly reminded of her suffering.

Caspian only sighed, “Look, Thomas, Ales shouldn’t be around me, but I’m unnaturally attracted to her. Our relationship shouldn’t be. We are like fire and air, but unfortunately despite all the destruction, we work well together. I know it’s a bad idea considering our past relationship. Thomas, I’m not the nicest guy in the world. My father was over the organization that made Ales who she isan angel of child-like innocence trying to cover up her pain and shame. I just want to help put her back together. I dont want a relationship with her. I dont deserve a relationship with her.

Thomas shrugged, Stay, you should be with her. You understand Ales. You understand feeling undeserving. You can connect with her unlike anyone else. Dont deny it, man. You arent going to find a girl like her everyday.

Caspian bit his lip, Maybe, I will.

I hurried away, so as not to be seen. Caspian was right about our relationship being dangerous, but I believed it was worth it. He protected me, and I knew he was there for me. I walked into the gym, stretching and deciding to dance. I twirled across the floor. I felt light as a feather. I was free and alone. It was a rare event, since I had just recently come home. It allowed me to hear the dark thoughts that would ultimately cause more scars on my wrists. I knew I had to put myself back together. It was time to stop thinking that way.

But, what was the point? My innocence could never be restored. I took a deep breath, wishing for freedom.