High School Sucks! (Chinx)

Chapter Nine- Flashbacks

Minx's PoV...

        I woke up in a bed. What?!? I'm younger, and I'm sleeping with Cry! I must be Ten, about two years after my brother ran away. He ran away the morning after my father raped me for the first time, and we never talk about him... I looked at Cry softly sleeping body, gently raising and falling. I don't have control over my body? No, I don't! I leaned over and kissed his temple. I gently pushed his black, sleek hair behind his ear. I sighed lightly. I turned looking at my phone, and saw a text message. I left my phone alone, and got out of bed. I pulled my hair back, forgetting it was short, so I missed. I pushed it behind my ear, and exited my room. I'm at my childhood home. I walked down the stairs, and saw my mother on the floor. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. No! I remember this night! Why? No, no, no!  Everything is too real. I looked at my father sitting on the couch.

        "Michelle, you see that?" He said in his booming voice.  I didn't say a word, I just felt the tears rush to my eyes. "Don't you dare cry! I swear I will beat you to death if you do," He said getting up. He smashed the glass bottle against the wall, causing it to break. The jagged edge now at my neck. "You are ten years old, and a fucking faggot!" He hissed. "No she isn't!" I heard Cry yell from up the stairs. I had been a closeted gay for two years now. Only a few friends knew. "And who the hell are you? Who the hell is in my house! Michelle!" He yelled throwing the broken bottle at the wall. It breaking. His hands wrapping around my neck, and slowly chocking the life out of me. He pushes me up the wall, applying pressure on my neck. I coughed out for air, and trying to pry his hands off my neck. Give up, you won't make it! Just... stop. I gave up, no longer trying to pull his hands off my neck. I caught a glimpse of my mother, on the floor. I saw blood, a knife, belt marks, and her clothes ripped. He did what he did to my mother. "Faggot!" He hissed. It faded black, I heard nothing but his hissing that word. 

        I woke up, world spinning around me. Fuck! Migraine, God please help. I sat up in a hospital bed. "Minx!" Cry shouted, running over to me hugging. I hugged back, but in shock. Why the fuck am I alive? "I called 9-1-1. I made sure you were okay, be-because I can't lose you Minxy!" He was almost sobbing. I ran my fingers through his hair, it was soft. I moved over, "Get in, please." I said patting the bed. He carefully crawled in. Krism walked in on my cuddling with Cry. My head on his chest, and arms around him. He kissed the top of my head. He didn't have a mask... I looked up at the doorway. Krism propped up on the doorway, arms crossed, and sighed. She rolled her eyes, as she sat on the end of the bed. "Thanks Cry..." She said lightly. Anthony walked in, and looked at me. "Minx, Your neck!" He said urgently. Rushing over, lightly touching what I assumed were bruises. I winced in pain. "Oh, shit sorry!" He exclaimed, looking downward. "Ass," I said and everyone laughed.

        Anthony came around the bed and kissed my cheek, holding my hand. I sighed internally, knowing I had friends that loved me for me. I sat up looking at the televising. A young women around maybe 25 held a mic. In front of my house. "Breaking News today, in the little town of Edison. A young boy, most know as Cry, called the police after finding his friend, Michelle "Minx", being choked by her father downstairs. Police rushed to the scene to find the boy, attacking the father, Michelle passed out on the floor, and presumably Michelle's mother, dead on the living room floor. Death caused by blood loss and suffocation. She suffer sever bruising, strangling, and being stabbed approximately five times. Luckily, Michelle lived the chocking her father had done. Cry, whose name that shall not be givin' out, had fought the father for about ten minutes. The nine year old boy some how fought that time, without getting hurt." The reporter said, as they showed a photo of Cry. They then showed them forcing my father into a police car. "Jack will be put in jail for the rest of his life, and being charged with assault of a minor, domestic violence, and murder. Michelle will be placed in an all girls orphanage," The reporter said."I am Jessica Rowland, signing out. Have a good night Edison," She said smiling. Tears weld into my eyes, seeing my father.