Silenced

Chapter Two

She opened and closed the wooden door behind her. Divots and scratches along the inside it from her dad throwing glass beer bottles at it when he gets angry. She looked around to see her dad lazily laid across the couch, light snores escaping his lips. Brianna cautiously walked over to him. She hovered over him as if she was fascinated by him. To be honest, she could care less what he did.

Upstairs, she could here moaning and groaning. 'Mom and one of her "customers".' She thought.

All of a sudden, he stirred under Brianna's gaze. He shot his eyes open to see her staring at him. Her eyes widened with fear, and went to scurry away, but he grabbed her leg, making her fall to the ground.

"Why were you watching me, you creep?" He shouted, getting up from the couch, suddenly wide awake. She crawled backwards in fear, only to bump into a wall. He neared closer to her, "Answer me! Answer me you little bitch!" He took his foot a swiftly kicked her stomach. She screamed in pain. Tears threatening to flow down her face.

"S-stop!" She cried, holding her stomach. He laughed evilly.

"Don't tell me what to do," He demanded. Kicking her this time in the side. She finally let the tears fall freely down her face. He laughed at her pain. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up. He let go of her, only to push her against the wall, and slapping her harshly against the face, sure to leave a mark. Brianna cried, one hand holding her lower half, and another holding her face.

"Have you learned your lesson now?" He smirked. She didn't reply, just shaking with fear, "I take that as a no." He grabbed her by her forearms, and slung her against the counter, the center of her back making hard impact with the edge of the counter.

She screamed, loudly as she fell to the floor. She was in hysterics. She clutched her back, trembling in pain. He walked up to her ,smiling. She looked up to him with puffy, red eyes. He stomped on her side twice. She cried out. "That's good for now," He smiled. He grabbed they keys off the counter, and exited the house.

Brianna laid there and sobbed; her mothers actions still apparent upstairs. She built up all the strength she had in her to pull herself off the cold ground, her back soaring with pain. She hobbled over to the steps, and practically crawled up them. She passed by the bathroom, the guest room, the master bedroom.

She opened up her bedroom door, shut it behind her, and locked it. Brianna walked to her bed, and laid on top of it. She sighed. Her room was her escape. Her only place to be free. Her place to relieve her anger, pain, and frustration. This was one of the most peaceful places she had, besides the little park around the curb.

'I hate my life,' She thought to herself. 'I wish I could end it.' That thought had brought back memories. Horrible memories she wished she could forget.

She dealt with this pain. All the suffering and agony one way.

Cutting.