Chapter 1)

 

   I didn't dare venture out of my room. My parents were having another one of their many fights.  They yell so loud. I can only hope Alleah was sleeping or at least keeping herself occupied somehow.

 

  I slid out of my desk chair and crawled across the cold wooden floor. I curled up beside my bed and started to cry.

   You’d think I would be used to this. It’s a daily thing but every time it hurts even more. I don’t want to deal with this anymore but I must. I must be there for Alleah no matter what.

    I stood up, wiped my tears and crawled in bed. This was getting to me more than it should have. I’m sure they’ll stop soon and mom will just go to her room and dad will stay in the kitchen cursing under his breath like usual. 

I hid underneath my covers. They were warm and comforting I felt safe. It was a nice feeling. It was a rare one too.  

I heard something shatter. I jumped out of bed making sure to grab my jacket to hide the…..scars. They were all up my arm. I couldn’t help it. Life get’s hard and it’s a simple fix to forget about your emotional pain I guess.

                                                      I bolted down the hall and peeked around the stairway.

My eyes grew wide with shock and horror. My innocent, fragile mother was on the floor with my father towering over her. He…He hit her…he’s never went this far.

   I walked in the kitchen and my father looked up at me and simply just walked away as if he did nothing. My mother just sat there crying her eyes out. I walked up beside her and fell to the floor.

“M-M-Mom? W-What happened?” I barely managed to whisper. I was shaking so badly. I was trying so hard not to cry. I had to remain strong for her.

She waved her hand at me; she obviously doesn’t want me to see her like this. I love her, so much. I understand that she doesn’t want me to worry. It’s nice yet sad at the same time. I can’t just let this happen…

I stood up and slowly walked out of the kitchen and down the hall and rested my hand on my parent’s bedrooms doorknob. What was I going to do? Give him a stern look? He might hit me too.
I sighed and open the door anyway.

I stepped into their almost empty room. They never really got around to decorating their room. There were two bookshelves, a dresser and a bed and that was pretty much it. They never really got along enough to decorate it.

“D-Dad?” I didn’t even want to call him that anymore. You don’t hit your wife or any person for that matter. He was messed up. Well…I already knew he was messed up….Don’t think about that Felicity, Focus.

“What do you want?” He said, his head was rested into his palms. I can’t tell if he’s feeling guilty for hitting her or not. I honestly doubt it. My father is a messed up creature.

I was getting angrier by the second. How dare he hit her then act as if he didn’t do anything wrong. I stomped over to him and ripped his arm from under him.

“Why did you hit mom?! What the hell is wrong with you? Violence is never the answer. You know this. You’re a 42 year old man. You know what? You’re not even a man. A man doesn’t hit a woman. You’re a pathetic waste of life!” I yelled fiercely. I didn’t know I had that in me. Five seconds after I said that to him…well yelled…I knew it was a terrible mistake.

He looked at me with a twisted smile. I knew what was coming. I only hoped it wouldn't last too long. He pushed me against the wall and tore my shorts off and threw them on the ground. I couldn't help from crying, this happened more a lot but I never told anyone. Not even mom. She had enough to worry about. I could deal with this myself. 

 He pulled his pants and underwear down and threw me on the bed and….went into me. I closed my eyes and prayed that it would be over soon.  

It felt like forever before it was over. He pulled his pants up and pushed me to the floor.  I landed on my hands and knees with tears streaming down my face. 

I felt so stupid. I knew I shouldn’t have came in here at all, I can’t believe I snapped at him. I’m so stupid. So very stupid.

“Go to your room you whore.” He sounded so evil, why did my mother marry this man? He couldn’t have always been like this right? What made him change?

I grabbed my shorts and ran into my room and grabbed fresh pajamas. I needed to take a shower. I can’t deal with myself knowing what he did…I needed to be clean. 

After my refreshing shower I laid in bed and just thought about everything, I again couldn’t help but cry. What had I done to deserve this? I don’t know.

I heard a knock on my door. I was too scared to say anything. A little face peeked in and I smiled. Alleah was in her cute pink pajamas. She was so innocent. She was my whole world. I would be nothing without her.

“Come in sweetie! Do you wanna sleep in the top bunk tonight?” I calmly whispered. I wanted her to feel relaxed and comfortable. I would make sure nothing bad ever happened to her.

She slightly nodded and climbed the ladder onto the top bunk and quickly fell asleep.

I felt relaxed now. I felt fine. It’s a nice feeling, after the bad things that happened in the course of 4 hours it’s nice to be with Alleah. She makes everything better.

With that, I fell asleep wondering what life had in store for me tomorrow.

-End of Chapter 1! Tell me your opinions! I really hoped you liked it! Sorry it was short! The rest will be longer ^_^!-