Bound To Each Other

The Effects

I slowly creep into my house or what I like to think is, being cautious that I came home late after a few fun hours of clubbing with Valeria my best friend.

I sigh with relief until I hear them. I freeze. It can't be them can it? I'm pretty sure they're asleep. I hear clinking of wine bottles and laughter. I pant with fear. My heart a jackhammer, thumming against my chest, I take a run for the stairs in hopes that they don't see me. But it was useless. My dad grips my t-shirt from the behind and pulls me. I fall down the stairs with a force and I feel a sharp pain on my back as I fall on it and hiss in pain.

"Where have you been slut" sneered my dad. I heard my moms snickers from the other room. Tears started to well up in my eyes but I couldn't let my dad see me in this state. His jarring tone and way of punishing his child was brutal.

"Wherever the hell I want to be " I scowl as I struggle to stand up and try to keep a strong face and hide my unhappy face but I know well that my back is bruised and my heart hurts. I look up into his eyes that show nothing but a vast, cavernous emptiness.

"You do NOT speak to me like that!" bellowed my father. I try to make a run and sprint away from his sharp nails holding a harsh grip on my back as I know what's ahead of me but it was unworkable.

He grippes onto me and throws me on the floor making me bite my lip not to let out the whimpers. He throws a punch on my jaw making my face move to the side in force. I hold my jaw and close my eyes to relieve the pain and discomfort.

"I'm going to teach you little slut on how to talk to your parents" he said and kicked my stomach making me close my eyes in pain and fear and grip my stomach and shut my eyes tightly. A sob was about to leave my mouth but I couldn't. This isn't what he would want, right?

I felt beer being poured all over my clothes and face and heard my mom chuckle. I felt all sticky and muggy and everything hurt. My head, My back and especially my heart. I really wanted everything to end.. Oh how easier things would be if I just died in that plane crash. I was depressed. Surely I didn't do anything to deserve this or did I? Was it really my fault he died?

"Sluts like you should be punished but be grateful I didn't" my dad said. I nodded with a whimper.

"Lotus honey let's crack open that expensive wine we bought. It's been a good day" I heard dad tell mom in a cheery tone.

Everything felt like it was falling apart. The world around me I once built was crumbling down into rubble. Everyone was disappointing me. I was disappointed of myself. A scream was trapped in my throat, tears were begging to flow down my rosy cheeks, whimpers were on the verge of escaping my mouth.

Curling up into a fetus position on the floor, I rock myself back and forth, helping me relieve stress and the possibility of tears threatening to pour. I comfort myself in a way no one does and ever will until I feel more stronger and attempt to get up from the ground.

Seeing black after getting up and the world spinning for a second, I regain balance and limp up the stairs with an agonising pain in my stomach.

After walking up to my room, I sigh in pain and take an icepack out of the mini fridge. I place the icepack behind my head and inhale a sharp breathe. It hurt. A sob escapes my lips. I could only cry when I was alone. That was a policy I followed very closely.I didn't need nor want anyone seeing me cry. I didn't need sympathy from others. Sitting on my bed and hugging my knees, I finally let the begging tears pour down my cheeks.

Wiping my tears and taking an advil to relieve the pain, I take a quick shower and go lie back down in my bed.

The pain slowly subsided to a dull ache in the back of my head and I finally stopped crying. Inhaling and exhaling, I control my breathing and after a while, fall asleep.

A/N.. This was my very first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Please do comment your opinions and Constructive Criticism Only!

-onlyherecuzimdirty