Wounded

Chapter Two: Monster

Before Papa could do anything else, Mama slammed the front door open. She knocked down some things in the living room and stumbled into my room.

Wonderful, both my parents were really drunk.

"Where the hell have you been bitch?! Wasting the money I make by going out with your little whore friends again?" Papa snickered and stood up to face Mama.

"I went out because we have no food! " Yes, this was going to be bad.

Papa forgot I was there for a second and went to hit Mama. I've heard them fight, I've heard Mama cry herself to sleep, I've heard Papa hit her but I've never witnessed it. Before I could do anything to help, Papa remembered I was there and pushed me back. He pushed me so hard that I crashed the back of my head into the wall. I tried to stand up but failed miserably because as soon as I tried to get up my vision went all wonky. My head started to spin. Next thing I knew he grabbed Mama by her long hair and dragged her into the hallway. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and flailing her limbs trying to grab anything. She was doing just about anything to escape from the grasp of my father. It was a horrible sight to see, it's never been this bad, maybe it's because he took a lot of weird looking pills and went drinking after. When I finally got up to try and help save Mana, Papa saw and knew I would try to mess up whatever plans he had for her.

"Fail! Don't you fucking dare come out of that room! You stay right there and don't leave that room till I say you can or else your punishment will be a lot worse than what this bitch is gonna get!" He closed the door but I could still hear the screaming and pleas for help from Mama, and all I could do was listen. My sight became blurry as warm tears started rolling down my cheeks. My parents were right about me, I am a failure. There's nothing I can do to save Mama and there's nothing I can do to save myself.

I'm worthless.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mama screamed with so much pain and agony that I ignored Papa's threat and opened the door to see what was happening.

And then I saw it.

I stood there inches away from the door completely paralyzed by the fear my father had permanently implanted in me. I could hear Mama's labored breathing; I knew all too well that Mama was going to die if help didn't get help soon.

When I finally opened the door completely, my heart stopped beating for a second and time froze.

Blood...so much blood... it covered the entire floor...my eyes followed the trail of blood and landed on the gruesome sight of my father hovering above the corpse of my mother.

It was too late. I was too late.

It didn't take long for him to notice that I was standing there. He stood up with a bloodied knife in hand and sadistic grin on his face.

"Oh no Fail, you really should have just listened to your Papa and stayed in your room. Now you'll have to be punished." Before he could take a step closer, I slammed the door shut and locked it. He started banging on the door like a wild animal all while promising that he wouldn't hurt me too badly if I just opened the door right there and then.

There was nowhere to hide in here...there was no window and the only door was the one my murderous father was behind. I was trapped, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

For some reason he suddenly stopped pounding on the door. Maybe he passed out on the ground because of the alcohol and drugs.

I was very wrong.

When I realized what he was doing, the tears came fast.

"Hey Ana. It's okay, you can trust your ole' Pa! I won't hurt lil ole' Mr. Cuddles if you just open the door. Just be the obedient bitch you are and open the door." I could hear Mr. Cuddles' little bells jingling from the other side followed by his whimpering.

Maybe I wasn't totally worthless. There is something I could do to save the person who has been with me throughout this life of abuse and neglect.

So I did the only thing I could do.

I opened the door and let the monster in...