Finally Breathing

~ Chapter 2 ~

A/N 

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter!

Sky's POV:

The fist just kept coming.
Yet I just lay there. I knew I deserved it. I mean, who wouldn't do anything to save their adoptive brother from almost certain death. It was all my fault. If I was just better. If I was just there.

But I wasn't.

I took everything from my parents, so they took everything from me. I'm cursed, and I know it.

It had been 5 years since the accident. I was a senior at East Shore High School. I made the varsity soccer and football teams in my freshman year. I was the best soccer player they had according to the coach. But I declined. Not that I don't love soccer, I do, a lot, and I miss it. It was because of Tyler. I took his life from him, I could have saved him. Yet I didn't, because of stupid soccer practice. Deep down I think I knew that it wasn't my fault. He was caught where he shouldn't have been. In the process of him trying to save that little girl, he was shot. Not my fault, it was the stupid shooters fault. Who was yet to be caught. But isn't it  just easier for me to take the blame? I wasn't there when I should have been, and that was ultimately what killed him. Why he had to die I don't know. But I was connected, so I just let the abuse rain on me like a thunderstorm from God himself.

My parents were broken since Ty died. It left them with nothing to care about. Since they had adopted him at the age of 7, he was the favourite child. I didn't mind, because even I could see how special he was. He was kind, charming, athletic, and extremely good at soccer, the kind of person who could live out my dad's dream of playing in the MLS, and the person who could save my mom from all her worries. I was not that person. Now he was gone, there was a hole in my families hearts, so they turned to me for a person to blame. The shooter got away, so I had to suffer.

The punching stooped. I wiped some blood out of my eyes, eyebrows thick with it.

"Get up."
"Dad no, please I'm begging you." I half cried half whispered.
"You've had it coming for a while now with your brattish attitude and selfish comments."
I sobbed as he dragged me towards his bedroom.

My mum wasn't as bad, she got drunk and threw stuff at me but was never too abusive. The worst thing about her was that she just stood there and let him do it every once in a while when he felt like it.

"Down."
"Please dad please no"
And I was slammed against the sheets, violated as he stroked my hair and thrust himself against me.

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I  crawled into my room and sank on my bed, softly sobbing as I shook at the feeling of his rough fingers digging into my face, his hot breath on my neck.

I shivered, falling into the shower, letting the hot water drown out the memories of the past hour of my life.

After, I got dressed into one of my comfiest sweaters and my ripped mom jeans. Slipping on my vans softly, I unlocked the door. By now my parents should be passed out on the couch, littered in a mountain of beer cans and wine bottles. I put on my helmet and pushed quietly on the peddles of my way too small bike. Since Ty had died, I hadn't had the courage to ask my parents for a new one. I only had one destination in mind.

I was riding for about 30 minutes when I saw the comfortingly familiar building loom ahead. I sighed as I parked my bike in their garage and knocked on the door, patiently waiting for it to be opened.

"Sky? What are you doing here it's 11pm?"
"Hey Teags." There must have been a clue on my face, because she just whispered ,"Again?" and pulled me into a tight hug. 

I nodded as I fell into her arms, holding her close as I broke down into tears.
"I miss him so much T, and they can't even see my pain."
"They're too blinded by their hatred little legend"
Tegan's mom appeared in their doorway.
"You know you're always welcome."
I let go, staring dejectedly into Tegan's eyes.
She motioned towards her room and takes my hand with a swift sweep.
"You got this S."

She settled me down onto her bed, handing me a blanket. I shut my eyes, tears swamping my face. I was so tired, so tired of all the beating, the bullshit, the lying. So tired of myself, tired of my parents, tired of having to pretend I was okay everyday as I break down inside. So tired I didn't see the figure in the corner of the room, watching the scene closely with sorrow and remorse.