Forgotten memories // Finney Blake

Chapter 4

TW: abuse

Immediately Finney and I run into the kitchen, his dad was whipping Gwen with a belt. "I'm sorry!" She screamed shutting her eyes. "Dad, stop!" Finney screamed at the top of his lungs.

I was frozen next to him watching the scene. "Hey, you stay out of this!" He screamed holding his hand out to Finney with the belt in his grip.

He turned tilting his head a bit lower as he faced her "Gwenny, They came to my work.. why did the police come to my work!!!?" He yelled as he struck her again with the belt. "I don't know, I'm sorry!" She screamed crying in pain.

"You need to tell me what you know about this investigation!" He yelled. "Nothing!" She screamed back. "Tell me what- what!?" You can see more rage build up on his expression. "Nothing." She cries.

"Huh?" He says obnoxiously. "NOTHING!" She screams. "WHAT?!" He screams back. "NOTHING!" She grabs a bottle of vodka from the counter and steps back from the counter to face him, her veins burned with anger.

"Hit me again, and I'm dropping it!" She raises the bottle with tears dripping down her face. "You drop that and I will beat your ass twice as hard." He threatens while raising his belt.

She drops the bottle which makes him yell and throw her on the ground. Finney screams out "No, dad!" As loud as he could but it didn't make any difference.

"That was a 8 dollar bottle of goddamn Vodka!" He screams. "Oh now you listen to me!" He points his finger at Gwen as she uses the counter to pull herself up, walking away to turn her back against the table still crying while looking at him.

"you are NOT your mother!" He yells in her face. "I know" she says crying. "and you do not hear things that are not there, you don't see things that are not there" he points his index fingers toward his chest.

"Ookay" she cries leaning back against the table now. "They are not there Gwenny!" He yells. "Okay!!!" She cries out. "And your dreams, they're just fucking dreams. Do you understand me?" His voice still harsh. "Yess" she screams tilting her head up to face him.

"Do you understand me?" He repeats. "Yes!!" She cries out again. "Say it I wanna hear you say it." He tells her. "My dreams are just dreams!" She cries. "Say it again!" He yells. "My dreams are just dreams!" She raises her voice a bit.

"Say it again" He says sternly. "My dreams are just dreams" she says with an attitude that makes him stop and breath heavily for a moment still with his hand raised, still gripping his belt.

"Go watch some television or something" he mumbles. "And no ice on that bottom young lady, i want you to think about what you did!" He says pointing at her as she walks to the living room.

Finney is still standing by the door frame, he hasn't moved an inch this whole time. He stared at his dad with rage in his eyes. His dad takes a few sips of his orange juice he pauses for a moment making the ice clink in the glass cup.

"Did you know anything about this?" He asks tilting his head down slightly to look up at Finney. He just shakes his head, his expression clearly showing his disgust and hatred for his father.

"Same goes for you. You got that?" He says pointing at him with his finger while still holding the glass cup in his left hand. "You got that?!" He says raising his voice a bit. "Now get out." He says making Finney walk away from the kitchen.

I follow behind Finney into the living room and sat on the floor watching television next to him and his sister. They don't say anything but she leans her head on his shoulder while sniffling.

I grabbed his hand with mine and intertwined our fingers trying to comfort him. He was visibly still upset.

"I should go" I tell Finney with a frown plastered on my face. "Please stay." He locks eyes with me. I sigh deeply.

"Okay, my dad probably won't even notice I'm gone anyway." I smile a bit until I look down and realize we were still holding hands, my cheeks turn a light shade of pink as I look back at the television. Neither of us moved our hand away, and honestly I didn't mind.