Save Me, Mafia

Eight

He punched me in the jaw, knocking me straight into the ground. He stood there seething as all my siblings sat there watching. "How did you let this happen?" He growls out. I tiredly picked myself back up onto my feet. I wiped the blood from my lips and away from my eye. I slowly straightened my back and squared off my shoulders. He was overly angry about something else and knew he was taking it out on me. My situation wasn't something to be that mad about and he knows it also. I looked to each of my siblings to see which of them fucked up until I stopped at Nyla who was clutching her knees so hard that there were scratch marks on them. I scoffed and looked away from my pathetic sister.

I looked back at father who seemingly couldn't calm the fuck down. Fine, I said to myself. Let's burn him out then. I finally made my move and sparred with him. As shocked as he was, he of course stood his ground and so did I. He was angry but so was I. Why am I the only one who gets treated as a punching bag? Why am I the first and last person he goes to, to take his anger out on? To say the least, my siblings were surprised too, and they watched on with their mouths slightly gapped. Our fight came to a stop when mother came home. "What the hell is going on here?" Father and I were mid-punch when she stopped us. We both looked over to her and when she finally stared back at me, her eyes widen and rushed over. She pushed father away and stood in front me to examine me over.

I pushed her hands off of me, still irritated and shoved her aside so I could glare at father properly. "Why is it always me who you take your anger out on!?" I growled out beating my chest. "I'm not the one who made you angry! I'm not the one who fucked up!"

"You exposed yourself to the Lionheart family!" He roars, towering over me.

"How!" I roared right back. Stunned, he pressed his lips together. "Tell me how I messed up. Tell me how I exposed myself. Where is the proof I fucking messed up?!" When he didn't say anything, I approached him much closer fearlessly glaring up at him. "That bitch over there fucked up, and you fucking know it. You want to be angry? Take your anger out on that precious fucking princess over there. I have yet to see you lay a hand on her." Mother tried to separate us but I shoved her away yet again. "Don't fucking touch me!"

She looked at me stunned. I was livid and I had every right. I paid my attention back to father with disgust, disappointment, and anger. "If you won't do it, I will." That was my first and final warning. I won't stand for it. I won't. I approached Nyla and before she could flee, I grabbed a bunch of her hair and dragged her towards father with her wailing and crying in panic. I threw her down in between us. "What?" I taunted. "Too tired to beat her up but it's okay if it was me, right?"

Nyla gathered herself but couldn't move out of fear. She hugged herself as no one made a move to save her or the situation. Father clenched his hands and his eyes faltered and swayed.

My oldest brother got up and approached us. He placed a hand on my shoulder, silently telling me to back down. I slapped his hand off of me. I glared at him. "Tell that to father," I hissed. "I've done nothing wrong." I glared back at father before I stormed out of the room. For the rest of the day, nobody bothered with me. The next day, Nyla's face and body was pretty with bruises to the point she couldn't open her right eye and couldn't eat without crying. My brothers were reprimanded by mother for not stopping us and father was sent to sleep out in the shed.

Mother approached me a few days later and told me to leave for our family cottage and stay there until my wounds healed before heading back to the city. She apologized on behalf of the family. I snatched my duffle bag out of her hands. "You think I need to hear an apology from the very person who had spoiled her? You're the very reason why she's like that. That thing, is the reason why I'm like this." I pointed to my face. "So until you fix the problem, don't call me back home."