~LIVING FOR YOU~

Chapter 1. Pain

                                ~Adelina~

I remember when I was little I would run away from mom and dad when we would play hide and seek. Whenever we would wait for dinner to cook, my family would play hide and seek. Papa would seek while momma and I would hide.

Papa would always find momma first. It happened every time.

Me, however, I remember hiding in crazy places, which is why I believe papa always found momma first

I once hid in a cupboard under the sink. Once I was behind our couch, and another time I was under the bed.

But my best one was in the basement with none of the lights on. This was my go to place to hide for so many years. I loved it because papa took the longest time whenever I was hiding there. 

"BOOM! Gotcha Lina" papa screams while tickling me.

"how do you always find me. I had the best hiding spot ever! I even turned the lights off for a reason papa" I say laughing uncontrollably. 

"You know papa would always find his little girl, Adelina" My dad replies with a huge smile on his face. 

"come on foods ready, and Lina go change into your pyjamas." shouts momma from upstairs.

Both me and papa run up the staircase seeing who made it to the top first. Obviously i made it first. I turn around to close the door on the darkening basement. 

Hid n seek was my favourite game because there was no way for me to get lost in our home. I had the comfort that papa would always find me

Of course he did 

Papa always found me. 

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Trigger warning;

"I'm going to find you Lina!" papa screams "you're in so much trouble Lina, I swear to god you will get what you deserve!" Papa yells again. His loud footsteps  going up the staircase are getting closer and closer. 

I'm panicking.

 I didn't even do anything I swear.

 All I did to make papa this angry was not put the dishes away. What makes this worse is that he's dead beat drunk. There are at least 10 alcohol bottles downstairs on the coffee table, and papa probably drank 3 of them. 

With alcohol in his system, and the fact that he is this drunk, that equals to 

I am dead. 

I'm locked in my moms room upstairs. It was the first place that I thought to go too, and now that i'm in her room, I'm realizing that I actually might be dead because no one is allowed to go in her room. 

Not me, not papa, no one. 

This was the stupidest mistake I've ever made, and it is going to cost me my life.

The door slams open so hard that the hinges break off the door. All I see is the eyes of the devil himself. 

My father. 

His eyes are red as hot lava, his breathing so heavy that it feels like a bomb is about to explode just from that, and his face expression, one I've never seen on him.

Pure rage

He found me. of course. Papa always finds me.

"You! You come here!" Papa screams so loud that my ears physically hurt. 

I make a run for it. I'm trying to get to the door since papa moved to come and get me from where I was on the bed. But just my luck.

Papa pulls my hair and I slam right in to him. My back to his front. 

"You running from your Papa, Lina. Why? are you scared of your Papa, Adelina! You think you can get away from not doing you're chores huh, you think I'm going to let you go." Papa says while pulling my hair so hard I feel like I might faint at any moment. 

At this point, that seems like a better choice. 

Then I feel him look around the room, assessing every little thing. 

"AND, you went into Lily's ROOM!" My father yells. He's so violent that I'm so, so scared. 

Papa pulls my hair backwards so hard that I land head first on the wall. My back got the blunt of the hit too. For sure there is a dent from the impact I landed on. I can feel already feel a bruise forming on my back and a lump on my head. I really feel like i'm about to faint. 

As I look up, my vision is going in circles, but I can still picture out my father stepping back and pulling out a $20 bill from his pocket. 

Great.

"go out, and get a case of whiskey." Papa says, his voice like gravel 

I can't do this again, I'm so tired of getting this damn whiskey,  "Mr. Jacks shop is about the close, I can't get it anywhere else since I'm underage papa." I say, but failing since my voice is shaking, wavering, and on top of that, I'm trying my very hardest not to cry.

"do you think I care. Lina" my father says, holding my chin and shaking my head back and forth. "NO! Go now and don't come back till you get MY whiskey." Papa lets go of my chin. I see him leave my vision, and hear his footsteps going down the staircase, till I hear him sitting down on the couch, 

Gosh, don't black out.

I just stay on the wall, wait till I have the will to get up. Tears are pouring down my face, and I can feel bruises forming. I know I have to get up, but I'm so exhausted that I just sit, sit and think of what my life has come. Think of how I loved when my father found me when we played hide n seek, and now I want nothing more for him to never find me again. 

Once I get the will to get up, I go to the mirror and look at myself. More tears flow down. My back... It's more bruised than I expected. Purple, red large dots forming. My head is about to explode from all the pain it's in.

I feel like dying.

I don't wanna live anymore, I don't want to do this anymore. 

I leave the mirror, wincing as I ascent as slowly and quietly down the stairs.

I open the door, and leave to get a case of whiskey.

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