The Experiments: Abomination

Chapter 2: Andrew

Chapter 2: Andrew

My breath catches in my throat, choking me. Using all of my strength, I stand up again.

Bad choice.

His scarlet fist comes in contact with my face again, knocking me off my feet. I stay down this time and he comes closer to me, kneeling so he can get a good look at the damage he has done to my face. "Daddy." I squeal out and look up at him.

"Don't do that. Don't look up at me with those eyes. It's only a reminder of your mother's lack of loyalty."

"Dad-"

"How many times do I need to tell you? I am not you father, Andrés."

"You're lying. You're drunk and-" he slams my head against the wall. I pray that it will knock me out but unfortunately I remain conscious.

"If you were my son you would have my eyes. You wouldn't be the smallest nine year old in the damn town. So stop believing the lies your mother keeps telling you!" He yells and the stench of liquor and blood enters my system. Mom runs out of her bedroom and puts a hand over my father's shoulder as she tries to convince him to leave me alone. She's so afraid of him though. All of her convincing is done in a sweet voice. Does she not realize that her son is sitting here, bleeding because of that drunk?

"Felix, por favor. Debes dormir. You have to wake up early for work." Mom tells him. He stares at me for a moment then begins to walk towards his room. Mom walks over to me to begin cleaning me up but my father stops her.

"He's a big boy. He does not need his mother." She stops in her tracks and walks away from me, leaving my shaking and bloody body.

My eyes open rapidly as I sit up in bed, breathing heavily. The first thing I realize is that I'm seventeen again. Thank God. The second thing is that my sheets are drenched and my bare chest is covered in beads of sweat. Someone stirs in the bed next to me and I look over to find her wavy carmel hair laying in ripples over her pillow. I don't need to recall last night to know that she is Maia. No other girl would be in my bed. Only her. She turns her face towards me and her eyes flutter open revealing those hazel eyes that always seem to be a different shade every time I look at them. Even in the midst of the night she is beautiful.

Her hand finds mine in the sea of blankets then a small frown appears on her face. "What's wrong?" Maia asks and sits up in bed revealing her burgundy tank top that hugs every inch of her body perfectly.

"Just a rough dream. Go back to sleep, I'm fine." I tell her and untangle myself from the sheets and I hop out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Her light voice asks.

"I need to get my head thinking straight. I'm pretty sure a shower will do the trick. Besides I'm extremely sweaty." I say and she stays silent in response. I look over at the girl in my bed but her eyes are already closed tight as she drifts back to sleep. I take off my pants once I get in the bathroom then step into the ice cold shower. I let the water run over my body for a moment and close my eyes. The vivid image of my blood-curdling father projects under my eye lids. I squeeze them tighter in a miserable attempt to get rid of him.

He was a monster but how could his own child murder him? That was what everyone asked themselves except they all believed that child was the eleven year old me.

It wasn't.

I reach for the cheap bottle of shampoo but suddenly my legs become as weak as noodles and I feel myself slip and fall to the floor, hitting my head on the edge if the tub. There is no pain, just darkness. I try to open my eyes but I feel like I am outside of my own body with no control what so ever. An endless beep sound rings over my body. I try to move again but I am buried under pounds of concrete.