My Understandings [ON HOLD/EDITING]

My Understandings: Part 8

Fear shoots through my body. Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I'm shaking realizing that my room is gone, burnt to ashes and there's nothing I can do about it. What could have caused my room to be lit on fire? I didn't leave anything burning!

"WHY!?" I scream. I run my hands through my hair and begin to sob. I look over at Austin's face. His jaw is wide open and his eyes are huge, he's so shocked. He turns to me and his facial expression turns from shock to pain. This summer, Austin's getting to know the real me, and I what happens to me with my luck.

I really hope that my dads ok. I know he beats me and says he doesn't care, but he's still my dad and I would be devastated if he died. He's the only family member that I have left and it feels nice to not be alone. At least my dad lets me live under his roof and that's all I can thank him for. Letting me live here kept me safe from the world around me so I wasn't on the streets. Living in his house didn't keep me safe from him though...

I look to the ground again as I feel a hand around my waist. Austin pulls me into a hug as I let a few tears roll down my cheeks. He kisses my forehead.

"I'll call 911! You go in there and make sure everything is ok! I'll be in there soon!" He shouts motioning for me to go inside. I nod and sprint to the front side of my house and tun up my porch steps. I grab the front door handle, it's not hot so at least the fire hasn't spread. I run inside and look around my living room in search of my dad. He's nowhere to be found, he's not even in his room! Oh shit! I sprint up the stairs and grab my door handle. It burns my fingers, I slide my sleeve up over my hand and quickly open the door. I am met with a cloud of deathly smoke entering my lungs. I cough and choke on it and as it begins to clear I see my dad, standing in my room. In his left hand, a gasoline tank, in his left, a photograph. That bastard

"STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I scream. That asshole lit my room on fire. What the fuck did I do do him?! I never understand why he hates me so much or what I even did! What the hell is wrong with him!?

He turns around and as soon as I see the smug ass grin on his face I know he's drunk. I stand in my doorway, my heart breaking even more.

"Oh! I see you've come home! Do you like the party I threw you!? It's pretty hot!" He slurs. He splashes some more gasoline onto the fire and laughs to himself. I feel myself getting angrier and angrier. I can't hold this back anymore.

"I'm gonna burn this picture because it's just fiiiiillllllleeedddd with bitches!" He snickers. He holds up the photo so I can see it and I begin to feel my world shatter. It's a picture of me and a woman. I'm holding a drawing of two people with arrows pointing to them. "Edith" and "Mommy" they said. I gasp. That's my mom. She was beautiful. From what I could see she had light skin and brown hair. In the picture we look like twins but she's older. I start to cry.

"DAD! NO! PLEASE STOP!" I shout through my sobs. My dad looks at me and begins to laugh, he sounds like an evil villain. That's it. This is the last straw for me. I've had enough of this fucking bullshit I call my life. I let out a scream and my dads face turns to confusion. I run at my dad as fast as I can and kick him right in his stomach. As he starts to bend over out of pain I snatch the photo out of his hands and begin to run away. I'm stopped by a hand grabbing my arm.

"GIVE ME THAT PICTURE EDITH!" He shouts pulling me to him. I try and pull away.

"NO!" I scream.

"GIVE ME THE GOD DAMN PICTURE YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He screams in my face. I'm thrown to the ground and I can feel the heat of the fire getting closer to me. I see him pull his arm back to throw the photo into the fire. I feel myself being fueled with adrenaline.