Behind These Walls

14

Crystal's POV

"Now make me my breakfast." He says and walks away whistling. I walk towards the sink and open the cold water. I push my hands under the water and hiss at the pain and the stinging of water. Soon enough my hands were clean but they looked awful. I let my tears fall. My skin was gone and there were blisters covering my hands.

I open one of the cabinets and pull out the first aid kit. I take out the bandages and wrap my palms, leaving the fingers so I can still make his breakfast. Once I'm done I start making his breakfast. Hissing everytime I have to lift the pan up of hold a plate. I was done, his breakfast consists of three eggs, two sausages, four slices of toast, four bacon strips, some sliced tomatoes and a beer bottle.

I layed it in front of him, as I tried walking away he pulls my hair. I'm starting to think he is obsessed with my hair. He makes me turn towards him. He gets up from his chair and stands face to face with me. "What took you so fuckin long.?" He yells in my face. I gulp and look at him. "I-I had to clean my hands sir before I made your food sir." I said to him feeling a headache make its way over.

"Atleast you care enough to not give me your diseases."He says licking my face making me cringe from disgust. He then throws me to the floor. He kneels next to me." Where is big brother to protect you now... Oh that's right, he is dead, sticking that knife into his stomach was such a pleasure, but the fool didn't die instantly, did the only reasonable thing and shot him in the forehead, he was out like the light."

My eyes open wide as I take in his words. My dad killed my brother, he may not have been his biological son but he killed him. My brothers blood was in my father's hands. He only told me cause he knows I won't go report him to the police. I cry silently upon hearing his words and all he did was laugh. He got up and proceeded to go eat his food.

I went to my room and took a shower. I couldn't go to school, I couldn't call Starr, I was behind in my school work and my life was just a mess. I cried in the shower. I couldn't shower properly due to the injuries in my hands but I had to endure the pain. I dried myself up and applied the bandages again. I got dressed and went out. I was just taking a walk to the park. I made sure all the bruises I had on my face where hidden.

I sat quietly on the park bench enjoying the silence. I hummed the song I will be ready by Yolanda Adams. I heard light footsteps make their way towards the bench. I felt the person stand on the other end of the bench.

"Crystal?" a voice I soon recognized as Christian's said.