Vodka Vexation. 27

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FLASHBACK 

VALERIE'S P.O.V

Reminder: this story contains graphic content and mentions of assault, abuse, drug substance, alcoholism, etc. This chapter will be very heavy. Be advised.

Click. Open. Creak.

The front door opening to the apartment was enough to make my skin prickle with goosebumps and fear jump into my bones. I sat upright in my bed, clutching on to my pink sheets desperately. I closed my eyes, hard. Fuck. Not this shit again. My sister's head peaked up at me, big eyes full of worry and concern--and realization. Her eyebrows knit together and curve upward.

He was home.

Creak, creak, creak....

He was coming.

"Val?" Vivian's voice was barely above a whisper. 

"Pretend you're asleep like I told you, please," I whispered. She needed to pretend to be asleep--so he wouldn't hurt her. Her solemn stare cuts through at me in the darkness--hoping. Just waiting for me to save her. 

"Valerie, can you lock the door?" she pleads, suddenly. I pet her head softly and nod.

I knew I shouldn't. It'd be worse for us.

But for her, I will. I'll do anything.

I quickly and quietly go to the door and lock it, and tip toe back to the bed. I cuddle against her small frame, grabbing on to her as if I was her shield. "I won't let him hurt you, okay?" I reassured her. "I'm always going to protect you."

I could hear a small sniffle, so I kiss her shoulder. She's shaking now. 

"I'm going to kill him one day," she said through gritted teeth. "I promise."

The words send a shiver down my spine. She's only eleven. This shouldn't be her thoughts. I take a deep breath. 

"Remember our plan?" I asked, quietly. "One day we're going to run away from him and the cops will get him. We won't even have to worry anymore..."

"He won't hit you anymore." 

Her words make my breath halt. I could feel my eyes stinging. 

There was a rough tugging at our doorknob, and I grabbed on to Vivian with all my strength. 

"I just know you didn't lock this fucking door, you stupid bitches!" His voice roared from the outside. "If you're asleep, get the fuck up!"

I closed my eyes and curled against her, our small frames sinking into the sheets. 

"You worthless bitches. Come say hi to your father, what--you don't--you don't got respect, huh? Open up! Abre la puerta!"

He started banging on the door. 

"Valerie--"

"Maybe it'll stop, okay? He'll give up, he's drunk off his ass," my words were quick whispers, faltering. I didn't believe he'll give up, he'd always been a persistent man. 

Within seconds, the door came tumbling down and me and Valerie jump at the sound.

Oh, no.

"Who's idea was it, huh? Huh?" His voice--vodka vexation and slurred Scotch speech. 

I could feel a rough hand tug at the hair that falls at the nape of my neck and I'm getting dragged backwards off the bed. My feet fly in the air and my fingers are reaching for my little sister. The pain shoots out and it feels like my neck is about to snap and rip right off of my shoulders. A feeling I know all too well, yet never  became friends with. The pain is excruciating; and the smell of beer on his brute fingers is tangled within me.

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