• 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 •

Chapter 1

NICK, 17

My household was not the best.
A few years back my mother got married to this odd man. Immediately after the whole divorce between this family. They hadn't even known each other that well..

Sure, my dad was terrible but something about this new man. It gives me a bad feeling. My mom hadn't told him that she had a child, aka me.

Something odder is that my mom has gotten sick after a month of their marriage. Only raising my suspicion more. A full week or two has passed and my mother was still sick. This was odd.

But this is where this actual story starts... I had come back from the market one morning. Picking up some medicine to help my mother as nobody else was picking it up. I reach my front door, grabbing the door knob but I notice it's warm.

It seems that my step-father has arrived back from work. I gulp hard, that word, "stepfather" not sitting right with me. Calling this random man "stepfather" made me feel nauseous. I shake it off, turning the doorknob and opening the door...

Only to be met with a face looming over me. It's almost like he had been waiting..for me. The way his face had been resting., caused me to avoid his eye contact. Though, I could still feel his eyes burning into my face.

Trying to force eye contact with me. But, from me being too deep in thought I hadn't even noticed, (until too late) that he had grasped my wrist, tightly. A faint mark beginning to form. This causes a slight panic for a moment. Finally, I made eye contact. This seemed to satisfy him, but only by a little. He makes me feel sick.

I tug back, trying to signal for him to let go. But he only smiled at me..in the most uncomfortable way possible. I can feel my breath, struggling to breathe out properly. Play it off... That is all I can tell myself, still feeling his stare, practically giving me a sunburn.

The longer he gripped my wrist the harder it felt, to breathe. Why couldn't I breathe.? It's not the first I've breathed. So why am I struggling now.? He tries to bend my wrist in a way it shouldn't go. My heart began to rapidly beat. All I think was, flee. I need to run away...or at least stop him.

With that thought...I focus more on my breathing. Slowly it takes over my attention, hoping it would happen faster. The man in front of me is.. screaming..? That's what I at least think. It sounds like I'm underwater.. in fact, it feels as if I am too.

That thought, causes me to snap my eyes open, my heartbeat and breathing calming down as best as they could when I realize I'm only in reality. Not drowning. That is all I could think at the moment, though, my thoughts seem to be ruined when I hear the man that's meant to be my "stepfather" screams at me.

I glance in his direction for a moment, and that's when I feel an abrupt impact on my chest, soon to be met with the impact, now abandoned and replaced on my back. I feel a twinge of sharp pain come from my ankle, and even a few staggers of rips, cuts on them. Causing a wince, at the thought of what it could look like.

I may have a twisted ankle, from him, shoving me down the stairs. That ARE cement. I didn't even have a chance to think about saving myself..in fact, my heart beats uncontrollably, and whenever I breathe in, my throat hurts. I only feel the heartbeat..everywhere. Now, after noticing it.

I hear screams from this,... Disgusting, Man. That's when I, actually decide to listen to what he had to say." THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT" He screams. Causing me to shrink back a bit. Pushing myself up, so I could look him in the eyes. Feeling anger heat up within me. It's so loud... My brain is too empty and jumbled to understand what's happening, perhaps caused by the sharp pain.