Into the light..|Eremin

Chaoter 16 |Last Chance

Armin POV:

I came back from the grocery store with the items I was told to get in the list as I came back at 6 to make dinner. I started the stove and got out the noodles I had just bought. I wasn't good at cooking honestly. So I made pasta since it was easy. My grandmother taught me soon before she died. I finished making it and served it out in two plates for my parents and set it at the table. I looked in the fridge and got out some wine which was really all we had and poured them some since they usually require me to do so. I walked back upstairs and fell into my comfortable blankets and pillow.

I woke up A sudden sound of fist-against-wall sounded throughout my room and a sharp yell followed behind. I got out of bed and slowly walked to my door, careful not to step on the creaky parts of my floor, knowing the sound would alert my parents. My head pressed up against the door and voices echoed in my ear. "You're ridiculous!" A male voice said. It has to be my father. "You can't fucking take that much!" I didn't have to know the rest of the conversation to know it had something to do with money. Father didn't have a very good job, so income was slow. We weren't poor, but we weren't the richest. Mother worked as a care worker and that made some cash, but not enough to satisfy Father. "Then get off your lazy ass and get a real damn job! I earned the cash, I get the right to use it how ever I want to!"Mom yelled. Something had slammed against the wall and a crash had sounded after. A cup, maybe? Something glass. "My job is fine!" "You work as a fucking cashier at the local pharmacy. We both know that it's probably the number one unvisited building in this fucking town," she snarled. I suddenly took a step back, not wanting to hear the conversation anymore. Unfortunately, my foot landed on a creaky floorboard. The yelling stopped. It was silent before I head my name being called. "Armin!" My mother yelled. "Come down here!" I took a deep breath and opened my door, hesitantly walking downstairs. They were in the kitchen, My fathers feet surrounded by shards of glass. I knew it. "Armin," Mike growled. "Get over here." I stood there for a moment and timidly walked over to them. Before I could protest, My fathers arm locked my hands behind my back. I squirmed, trying to get them loose. His other hand came up and held my jaw forcefully, making me stare right in mothers face. "Tell her how she's fucking wrong," he grumbled, tightening his grip on my jaw. "If you say anything, I'll slap you, young man," the woman said, walking towards me. I tried to move my hands out of His grasp, but it only caused him to hold them tighter. "Say it!" Father yelled. He let go of my jaw and, for a split second, I thought he would let me go. Instead, he used that hand to punch my nose. After my nose, he knocked my hip bone with his fist, causing me to almost fall. I cried out, letting a few tears slip as I felt the blood trickle out of my nose. He never really punched my nose after this one time a few years ago when he did, and he broke it. When I went to the hospital, he lied and said I had fallen. He would dare tell them he hit me. "Y-you're..wro-wrong.." I mumbled to my foster mother, looking to the ground as my throat clenched. I just don't want to be hit again.. It wasn't fair. I was a small kid, my body just naturally thin and slim. I could never, ever go up against someone like my parents. My eyes shut as Mother started to walk over to me, steam practically coming out of her ears. I braced myself for the slap, but it had come worse than I thought.  Her hand swiped against my cheek, smearing a little of the blood from my nose. It stung, more than bees ever could. Tears rolled down my cheek in pain, but as usual, none of them cared.  Father released me and shoved me towards the stairs. I ran up to my room carefully shutting my door before running to my closet and grabbing a blue towel. The towel absorbed most of the bloody nose and I was grateful for that.  My cheek still stung and when I looked into the mirror, a light bruise was forming. I frowned as more tears fell down my face, just making my cheek sting even more.  From outside, I heard a loud 'boom' noise. Was it thunder? No..I don't think it was. I looked out my door to see a blue car drive away from my drive away.  Fathers car.  That means only Mother is home. To be honest, she didn't scare me as much as Mike did.  I glanced at the copy of a book and decided to head to the library. After cleaning up my face as best I could, I grabbed my book and ran downstairs. I saw mother was asleep on the couch and I said a silent thank-you under my breath.  The walk to the library wasn't that long. It was a little more than a mile away, which was somewhat manageable in this downpour. The raindrops sticking to my hair, making a few strands of blonde stick to my forehead. When I got there, though, I was pretty drenched in rainwater. I would have brought and umbrella. Except we don't have one. I walked to the library as rain poured down. I didn't care if they wanted to do the project at my house, but it wouldn't be good if they got beat up.