Just like you

Chapter 4 Andrea

Andrea 5 years ago

There are moments in our life that seemed to define our future. Moments that we will never get use to witnessing.

Moments when we question our life choices, others choices. Moments when we question if we're good enough.

Moments when we question when the pain will stop, or if it will ever stop? Moments that'll we'll surely take to our grave.

Moments when you hear a crash sound coming form you parents room, muffled voices, you're mother screaming for  your father to stop, your father screaming at your mother.

Moments like this when you are just force to sit down on the floor, cover your ears, and just pray for it to be over.

"Andrea!" I heard my mother call me in pain. I know what I'm about to see.

I'll see her covered in blood.
Again.

I can't. I can't see her again like that. I'm too scared to blurst in the room to see what my father is doing to her. I know I should have gone in that room with my brothers. My father will never do anything he said, he just says that to threaten us.
That's what I keep telling myself for the past fourteen years. My brothers quickly ran toward our parents room, while I head toward the door.
I didn't know exactly where I'll go, and I don't know if it's right to call the cops. I know it's not, this always happens, and I know for a fact that calling the police will do little convincing for my mother to leave my father.
It wouldn't be the first time that she called the police. She did it before when we were young, and we still ended up in the same situation.

I ran toward the door, my brothers didn't even notice me leaving. I don't want to go to any of my friends apartment, so I just ran to the roof deck.
I need to breath. I need to see the citylights. I took the stairwell and ran all the way to the roof deck, when I reach the door, I push it open and entered. I'm breathing so heavily, I put my hand around my neck to try and control it. I'm scared they'll catch up, I'm so scared that I didn't even notice that there is someone in this roof deck with me.

"Are you good?"

I grasp at the sound of his voice. My heart is beating so fast I'm scared it might break my ribs.

"Miss, are you okay? You look so pale."

I don't know how the sudden beat of fear in my heart, suddenly turn into a beat of attraction. Why is the universe doing this to me? In the exact worst moment of my life, I see a handsome guy I've ever laid eyes on. His too tall for his age, and he has super black hair that looks like it has never been bleach before, his eyes  looks like the exact color of the ocean, and his jawline is so sharp it looks like he was a knife before he was reincarnated into a human.
He sure is a sword before.
He lifts his eyebrow at me reminding me that I haven't answered him yet. I don't know how to though. Sometimes I wonder how anyone will react to my situation, so I decided to tell him the truth.

He doesn't know me, so there's no harm in telling him at all, right?

"My parents are fighting." I decided to tell him light about my situation.

He tilt his head in confusion. "All parents fight,"

He said, like my situation is normal behavior for a family.

"My dad is beating my mom up." I wanted to see how he'd react to what I just said, but he made no reaction.
He just looks me straight in the eyes and said,

"Well, the least you could do is not grieve too hard in it." He said, then walked towards where he was before I intrude. I have no idea what he meant, so I followed him for clarification.