A Trip To Hawaii

Chapter 10 pt.1- Flashbacks

I turned around and he was gone. Everything was gone. Black was all I saw.

Spinning, falling, dying. The air spun pass my face as I fell.

Fire. The fire danced in my throat as my head spun around. The monster of sorrow clawed at my throat as I tried to scream. The pounding in my chest grew. My bones shook until I hit the ground.

Pain. The pain leaped to every part of my body. The sharp hot venom ran through my blood. My legs lost feeling and short after my arms did too.

"I never meant to hurt your mother." A mans voice echoed through my head.

My eyes shot open, my arms and legs grew stronger. The fire stopped and so did the pounding. I was standing. I was standing in a dark room. Then the light appeared, as if someone had flipped the switch. It was a baby's room. Having no idea where I am or what is happening I look around. The room had pink elephant wallpaper and little white birds flying on the ceiling.

I slowly walked over to one of the walls. I eyed one of the pictures and it was of an little girl, maybe six or seven holding a baby. The young child had long brown locks of hair and hazel eyes. A freckled face with two dimples. She looks like my mother.

I looked to my right and saw a certificate framed on the wall. I picked it up and chills shocked through me. 'She's arrived! April 29, 2001. Samantha Lee Ashton, 7 pounds and 4 ounces. Welcome to the world little one!' I dropped the frame and it shattered to pieces as it hit the ground.

A little whimper came from behind me. Shaking, I slowly turned around and saw the crib. I gasped as I walked closer. And there, in a little pink and white onesie, was a baby. Not just any baby, but me.

Her eyes sparkle green and her hair, a light brown color, spikes up at the top. She kicked her little foot and stuck her hand in her mouth. I smiled as her eyes opened wider and her toothless mouth formed an 'O'. Then the door opened. I put one hand on the crib and the other on the wall as my heart dropped to my stomach. I closed my eyes and turned my head. I started shaking as the foot steps got louder. I opened one eye and he was leaning over the crib.

Her smile grew across her face as he gently picked her up.

"You, you were a mistake. You ruined my life. I had a plan, a plan that would get me out of here. But no, you had to make your way into this world. I didn't even want kids. But your mother forced me and then Hanna was born." He walked over to the picture with the six year old girl and baby.

This was all happening way too fast. My head started to pound as the confusion wondered through my mind. Was he my father? Who's Hanna? My legs started shaking as they gave out. I hit the ground, pulled my knees into my chest and screamed. What was this man talking about?

"Hanna was smart. She knew what had been going on. And one day she saw what I had done and tried to get help. I couldn't let my secret get out about what I was doing. As she tried to run I caught up, and let's just say she was hit by a car. I never meant to kill her, but the job was done and my secret was safe." He smiled as he held onto her little fingers.

"What!? I had a sister and you killed her!? Where's my mother! Put her down!" I cried as I got up and ran to my father's side. But he couldn't see me.

The door opened, me and my father's head turned at the same time. A women appeared.

"Mom! Help he's..." I stopped.

My mother limped in through the door. Skin and bones. Wearing a white shirt that was oversized and stained red, gray shorts that aloud the scars and wounds to show. A black eye and blood covering every inch of her skin. A giant blue and purple bruise on her neck. Her hands were tied together and her legs shook below her.

"Please" her raspy voice cracked as a tear rolled down. "Please just put her down and I'll do anything." She begged falling to her knees. "Don't hurt my baby"

"Oh my god mom!" I cried as I got on the ground with her. I put my hand on her back, I could feel every bone in her spine.

"Go back to your room!" He spit on my mother.

The baby started crying as he yelled.

"Shhh, shh! Great, you woke up the demon!" He yelled. He turned around to start waking to her crib.

My mother looked up and out the door. And there, a little girl was slowly walking down the hall, to my mother. She smiled and walked faster to my mother. Then I knew who it was, my three year old sister, Amanda.

Amanda picked up the pace and walked faster to my mom, with something in her hands. I squinted my eyes to see that it was a gun.

My mouth dropped as I stopped stroking my mother's back. My legs shook below me as I stood.

"What? Wait... No, no you can't just..." I was stunned. I didn't know if my mom was going to shoot herself or my father.

My mother took the gun from Amanda and pushed her away from the door frame. She struggled to hold the gun in her hands because they were tied. She pointed the gun far from her and put her finger over the trigger.

"Give me my baby" her voice raised.

My father turned around, his eyes widened to see the gun. Before he could react, the gun fired and he fell to the ground.