two doors down

the visit

y/n pov

mattie and i walked into that house and all the memories came crashing back. to make the transition easier it was just us no social workers no police just us. i dont see how that was a good idea.

"you just had to call the fucking police didnt you, youve always been a whiney brat" now that my father wasnt high or drunk he was just cruel.

"mattie i expected better from you, you were always so well behaved, until you hung out with that thing" my stepmother said pointing to me. the degrading didn't stop for close to an hour as they just kept having more to say.

mattie and i were standing there, he had his head down but i stared at my father. slowly he stood from the couch and loomed over me. i was shaking as he reached a hand closer to my face. he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and brought me in for a hug.

his sweaty arms wrapped around me as his smell engulphed me. i couldnt breathe until he let me go. he then hugged mattie who had pushed him off instantly. my father had a flick of rage behind his eyes as we both refused to talk to him.

"make me a fucking sandwich girl" he dismissed us and i grabbed matties hand to lead him away from them but i was stopped when someone grabbed his arm too.

"my boy stays here" my father and stepmother said i didnt argue knowing they wouldnt do anything so soon.

i hurry around the kitchen making a sandwich using whatever was left considering there wasnt much groceries as per usual. a minute or so later i finished them bringing the food in. mattie and i were forced to stay in the loungeroom and hang out with our parents for the next hour.

my father was saying all sorts of things that i just took in and listened too. mattie had his head down and his ears covered not wanting to hear anything else. "mattie go to your room, y/n and i need to have a conversation" my father said after a bit of silence.

"no" he said clearly knowing that as long as hes there nothing will happen to me. i looked over to mattie and nodded him to go to my room. i knew if my father didnt say whatever he was gonna say now it was just going to bite me in the ass later.

the boy listened to me and me only so he stood and walked off.

i was still standing so my father stood to loom over me again within seconds he had his hand around my neck slamming me into the wall.

"IF YOU ever pull shit like that again i wont hesitate to kill you. kill you like i killed your mother" my jaw slacked as i stared at him with a new horror in my eyes.

he started to grin laughing mechanically. my breathing picked up as he explained all the retched things he used to do to her. things that drove her into leaving but thats where my known tale ended. where i didnt know my father was a murderer.

his hand tightened on my neck i started clawing at his hand but the look in his eyes was telling me he enjoyed this. "your never going to get caught again. because you either wind up dead yourself or i kill you" he threatened. "i am never going back to jail for your weak behavior"

"if you kill me whos to do your shit" i spat at him and his rage only grew bigger. he grabbed my upper arm squeezing tightly to give me a warning. but luckily there was a knock at the door.

my step mother opened the door to find lizzie standing there with an unreadable expression luckily my father had stepped away from me when we heard the knock but you could feel the tension in the room.

"matthew!" my stepmother yelled and the boy instantly came running scared. he sees me alright first and relaxes then he sees lizzie and smiles. mattie grabs my hand leading me away from my father.

we walk across the street in silence and my neck itched from his grip. when we got inside her house she tried to start a conversation but i wasnt saying anything and mattie wasnt as talkative as usual.

lizzie ordered us some dinner as we sat on the couch watching liv and maddie since it was on right now. being around my father made me nauseous.

3rd person pov

it only worried lizzie more when the kids came back not talking. it doesnt seem like anything happened and she figured maybe it was just bad memories being back from being in their house. mattie sat right next to her seeming to relax the more he was in her home .

y/n was shaking holding her hands in her hair pulling at it. she quickly stopped and looked over to lizzie. she watched as her eyes swelled with tears. the teen got up excusing herself.

she went to go have a longer shower trying to scrub the disgusting feeling of her fathers hug from her body. when she got out she sighed looking at herself in the mirror.

of course there was already bruises on her arm and a red mark on her neck. she slipped on a shirt and a pair of sweatpants before returning to the lounge room. she really didn't want to be alone with herself right now.

she hesitantly walked over to lizzie and held her brush out. lizzie smiled and patted the spot in-front of her for the teen to sit.

y/n had already brushed her hair so she just wanted it braided needing the distraction. she loved people playing with her hair but she would never admit it.

just as she was finishing there was a knock at the door.