Let it Be //

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

My pounding head wakes me. I'm laying awkwardly in the bathtub with a small pool of blood surrounding the wound on my head. Blinking away some blurriness, I stand slowly. Dizziness overtakes my body and I stumble a bit, clutching a towel rack for balance.

My head is pounding and my arm throbs. I wipe my cheek- it's sticky from the hot tears that dried to my red face. My tongue gracefully slides along my dried lips as release another yelp.

My father has never unleashed such a beating like he has tonight. Most of the time it's just a mindless slap on the cheek or some spit in my face. Nothing I can't handle. But this was different. There was something in his eyes...

Bracing myself, I take a look at my reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, there is little damage to my face. Despite a small scratch on my forehead.

Turning my head, I come face to face with the real problem, the gash in my head. Blood stains my light brown hair. I wince a little at the seriousness and grab a rag from the cabinet. Wetting it with lukewarm water, I press it gently to the wound and grit my teeth, trying to be quiet just in case my father is still outside.

I need medicine. I need something to help with my pain and infection. My arm is a mess as well. Should I change the ER? No. People will ask questions and I'm a horrible liar.

There's a CVS just down the street. I'll go there.

Racking my brain for the best plan, I peek outside the bathroom window. It gives me the best look at the driveway. Sighing in pure relief, I see that my fathers truck doesn't occupy the driveway. Though that tells me he may have left, I don't doubt his clever wits.

He could have just moved the truck, making me think he left when really, he is waiting down stairs, anticipating the next time gets to hit me.

Taking a few solid breaths of air, I decide my best bet is to climb out the window behind the toilet. Carefully, I unlock the window, pulling the screen up and sticking my leg through the frame. The air is cool, and feels amazing against my blazing hot skin.

As my foot touches the roof paneling, a rush of adrenaline pulses through my body, sending me to shiver. After my feet are planted on the roof and I feel stable, I close the window, just barley.

Flipping up my hood, I walk to the edge of the roof, staring up at the night sky. The moon mimicked a toe nail, and was surround by clouds- covering the big dipper and any other meaningful constellations. I close my eyes, allowing tears to flow down my cheeks.

Things weren't always like this. The time before my mother passed, I had a great life. My father, my half-brother, my mother and I- we had it great. We were one big happy family. We went on vacation every summer to Florida, had Christmas at Grandmas, and thanksgiving was held at our place. My mom and I being responsible for the most notable dishes. Apple pie, Potato Casserole, delicious side dishes and cakes.

I will never forget the day that she passed. Even though I was barley a teenager...

My mother and I had just finished a Saturday of Christmas shopping and the roads were a snowy mess. The ice pricked off the paint of the car, and tapped at the windows loudly. We were driving down a country road, surrounded by cornfields and barns. Knee deep in a conversation about next weeks sales at the mall, my mother ran a stop sign, a SUV smashing into the driver side door, killing her instantly.

The airbag blew up, but saved my life rather than taking it. I came out with a few scrapes and bruises but my mother came out without a life.

I woke up while the EMS were taking me out of the car, making the mistake of looking over to my mother. She was barley recognizable, her nose bent in different directions and her eyes blackened, but open.

Her dead body staring back at me.

I watched as they pulled her out of the crushed car.

"Mom.." I spoke hoarsely.

"We got a live one!" A women called. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled from the car and transferred to the hospital.

It's crazy how vivid that day is to me still today and how much my life has changed since then. It's crazy how much my father has changed since then. He's a completely different person with a completely different outlook on life.

But I think when someone close to us dies, we all die a little inside, too. Something in un changes. But we all handle it differently I guess.

My father turned to drinking. He hasn't missed a day. The weekends are the worst. I come home from school on Friday and there he is, sitting on the couch in his work clothes surrounded by empty beer bottles and grief.

I never stare.

Ever.

If I had, he'd snatch me up by my hair- spit in my face. Whatever it took to get it in my head that I was worthless.

So mind my own business. I only speak when spoken to. Do whatever he ask. And spend as much time in my room.

Wouldn't want to be a burden, would I?
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Hi my friends. So, these chapters are really short. Yes, I know. But I'm getting some of the background story out of the way.

I'm trying to take this story slow and to have you guys be able to connect with Andi emtionally a lot.

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-Kaylee