I went into Matt's room to see he was all ready out of the shower and laying on his bed. "Want to play Checkers?" I said. Not even waiting for an answer I grabbed the checkers box and went over to where he was at. I looked at Matt who was staring at a picture of Dad. "What's wrong Matt?" I asked kind of worried. He didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders and started getting out the pieces of the game.
I wanted to be persistent about why he looked sad while looking at the picture of dad, but honestly, I don't think I could have that conversation. I haven't talked about him to anybody since he passed away. It has been awhile, two years exactly in a month.
Matt does need to know about his father, but right now I am not the one to give him the answers he deserves. All he knows is the fact that he passed away in war, but he loved him very much. Eventually I will show him all the home videos we have of him, and tell him the good memories.
I stopped thinking about him since all it was doing was making me sad. I moved my red checker into a spot where I knew he couldn't get me. Matt always takes forever to play a move, but his moves are always better then mine. I try to beat him, I really do, but checkers is only one talent of a list of many from Matt. I think he goes through possible sceneries which might happen if he does one thing other than the other, maybe I should try that too, but I don't have patience like him.
A good half an hour passed until we were done. Matt won all of the rounds. I was not even close to beating him.
I tucked him into his bed, read a story, and said our prayers. I closed the door on my way out, and made my way to the living room. I figure mom wasn't going to be home for awhile so I sprawled out on the couch and put in 21 Jump Street. Wow..Channing Tatum is still good looking even though he is a nerd. I think that man deserves an award for being the sexiest man alive.
By the time the movie ended I was not too tired, so I put in another movie. In the mood for Tatum, I got the DVD, Dear John. This movie is my all time favorite movie with him in it, well unless you considered Magic Mike, but for me it wasn't really a movie, no real story line, basically a movie filled with striping. Not that I am complaining.
Somehow I dozed off during the movie. It was midnight when I heard the door slam shut. I looked at the door to find a drunk mother with a man having his arm slung around her shoulder. 'Seriously. Again. This is the third time in a week.'
"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked while giving the man who looked to be in his 40's a glare. His hair was pitch black. His eyes pierced mine as mine did to him. His hand slid down from her shoulder to her waist. My fists clenched into the fist that was all ready tight. I was ready to explode. He whispered something in her ear. She giggled like a high school girl. He led her into the direction of the stairs. "That is enough."
I attacked. I ran up to them and stopped them from going upstairs. I held onto the railings waiting for him to pry my hands off. That never happened though. This man did not even seem effected. He stood in front of my mom all protective. He brought up his hand, slapped me across the cheek. The impact pushed my backwards.
My back and left cheek were crying out in pain, but I had to get up. There was no way I was letting this guy take advantage of my drunk mother. Not today, not ever. Covering my cheek that was throbbing with pain, I gave him a run for his money. Instead of slapping or punching him, I kneed him. In the area that man are most sensitive too.
He went into fetal position, I took this as an opportunity. I made my mom move out of the way. With a few cuss words, she dropped her jacket and went into the kitchen. I walked over to find the pervert. He still looked in pain. I laughed at him. 'Who does he think he is.'
"Get. Out." I said with as much power as a lion's roar. "Now."
He lifted his head, his eyes met mine. The emotion in them was raw. His expressions were masked, all I could tell was pure anger. My heart was beating fast from all the commotion that just happened. He slowly got up from his position.
He stretched his back. Took those few steps closer to me. Every step forward he made, I went backwards. Before I could take another step let alone another breath, his fist was pounded into my eye. I screamed in pain. My knees buckled, and I fell back. Harder then I did the first time. He kicked me once again in the ribs. I was crying, but trying to hold myself together. 'This was going to leave a mark.'
"This.." He said while pointing a finger between me and him "Is not over." With that being said he walked to the door. With another glance back before he was fully out the door, he was gone.
What does he mean it is not over.
If he thinks that is going to get my panties in a bunch, HA, well I have news for him. My dad was in war, when he came back, he taught me how to fight. Now that I know he will actually hit a teenage girl, I am prepared. Yeh, this is not over. That is for sure.
I tried getting up from the position, which was crazy uncomfortable. I was hurting, but I would never admit it, I was having trouble admitting it to myself. I could feel my eye swelling up. It was hard to see out of it. This will be fun to explain tomorrow at school. My ribs were crying out for help, but I don't know how to help them. If I remember right, I heard that it just takes time. I know they are not broken, but is it possible to be sprained? I don't know...nor do I care.
As soon as my feet were the only limbs on the ground, I was gratefully supported by the wall. If it wasn't for it, I would be on the ground...again. My head was hurting as well. I guess I should have tried and protecting it when I fell.
I turtle speeded it into the kitchen. Only to realize my mom was talking to the spatula. Is she high? Or drunk? Or both? What the heck did this guy do to her!?
I was furious, at the mysterious man, and her. I grabbed the spatula away from her. She looked upset, but I could care less. How come I have to be the mom now?
"Go to your room mom." I said while pointing to the stairs. She pouted her lip, but went upstairs anyway. I followed her to make sure she wouldn't go into Matt's room. He is young and does not need the burden of her. Sure enough, she went into hers and closed the door. I sighed in relief and went back downstairs to clean up.
It was 3 in the morning by the time I was cleaned up, and so was the house. When I looked in the mirror, I screeched. I look hideous. How am I going to hide it! I started to freak out, but instead of causing unnecessary worry, I just put an ice pack on it hoping the swelling could go down. As long as it isn't as huge, then makeup can hide some of it.
I laid in bed for awhile. Really wishing my life wasn't like this. I wish my dad didn't die, my mom wouldn't have become an alcoholic, boyfriend didn't deceive me. I just wish this was not what it all had to end too, but in the same case, I wouldn't be who I am today without all the struggles I have went through, they shaped me.
Yet, I still would like to have an average teenage girl's life, I am content with mine, even though it as an everlasting roller-costar, and not the kiddo rides.
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Sorry it took awhile to update! i wrote this a few days ago, but never got the chance to upload it! im going to try and post another chapter either tomorrow or thursday! thank you for reading it! i really appreciate it, and positive ..or negative feedback is also wecomed! any feedback would be great! :D
