Explosion- Save Me

Chapter 1 - Assholes

Chapter 1 - Assholes

*Bing Bing Bing*

The sound of my alarm woke me up but I'm still sleepy so I push the snooze button. This happens about three more times before I finally get up and go to the bathroom. I turn on the shower to warm up while I brush my teeth. When I'm done I take my shower cap and put it on my already wrapped hair, strip and step in the shower. After I finish my business and feel clean I step out the shower, dry myself, wrap the towel around me and walk out the bathroom. Even though the bathroom is adjoined to my room and I could walk around nude , my family members don't knock before entering and I didn't remember if I had locked my door. Lucky for me I did that because I came out my bathroom I saw my brother laying in my bed. I rolled my eyes and turned to go to my closet and pick out my clothes.

"It always amazes me how you never get mad when I just appear in your room without asking" my brother Derrick said as he followed me but give me my space.

"What exactly is your point of coming in here all the time?" I ask him.

"Its morning and I want company" he said.

I look at him and shake my head my 19 year old brother who wants company from he's 15 year old little sister. I love my brother we're close as fuck. He's my best friend in the house that I hate so much. He's ode protective of me. I remember one time when I was 11 years old my dad came home drunk like he always does. I was home alone with him and he told me to do all these ridiculous things and when he ask me to strip for him I just looked at him like he was crazy-which he is. When I didn't do it he started yelling and threw to beer at my head. I ducked in time and it hit the wall, breaking to pieces. He got madder because of the mess and he screamed at me to clean it. I nodded and tried to get cleaning supplies but he wouldn't let me pass so told him to move so I could get things to pick the glass up. He pulled out he's gun that was always tucked in his pants and shot down by my right foot scaring the shit of me I jumped and went to pick the glass on the floor with my bear hands and put the pieces in my shirt that I pulled to make a bowl like pocket. He shot by my head this time but missed. I jumped back and cut my hand with the glass in the process for gripping to tightly. I jumped in some of glass with my feet and fell as the pain from getting stab shot up through my body and cut my legs. My dad walk towards me, grabbed me by my shirt and slammed me against the wall. He started kissing my neck and pressing his body on me. I could feel him hard on near my area. He started to pull my shorts off me. I was to shock of what had happened and what was happening to fight him. Then my dumb ass started to think about how I watch movies where girls would be in this issue and just cry.... nothing else. That when I felt him enter me and my head snapped up as him thrust hard into my virgin hole. I started screaming and fighting and struggling as I felt nothing but pain. Then I hear someone yell my name.

"Asia!"

It was Derrick.

He yank our father off me and started punching him. I quickly started putting my underwear and short back on.

After a while Derrick hadn't stop punching my dad so I crawled toward him and pulled on him to stop or he was going to kill him.

"So fucking what?!" he yelled, "he deserves to die!"

"Okay but not by you. You'll get arrested and I need you here with me." I said to him calmly.

He stop and looked at me all sweaty and angry. Then he got up from the ground and pick me up and carried me up to my room and sleep in my room for about a year. He never left me alone in the house until I agree to take boxing to protect myself somehow and he always up my ass about everything. For three months after he always asked me if i was okay because I didn't cry during or after it happened-which was annoying. I still haven't showed any emotion which Derrick says is a bad thing. I guess he's right in a way because I have a really bad attitude to everyone since that night.

"ASIA!!!!! What the fuck?" Derrick yelled at me.

"What the hell do you fucking want from me?!" I yelled back as I put lotion on my body. I had put my bra and matching panties on. I was sitting on my bed and Derrick was in my closet doing something.

"What the hell is this?" he ask I turned around to find him holding a pack of drug I hide in my closet.

"Weed and coke. What exactly are you doing in my things?" I said like it was nothing which to me it wasn't but I knew to him that was the biggest thing in the world.

"Why the fuck do you have this?"

"Because i found it in dads stuff when I was doing laundry"

"Are you using it?"

I looked away from him and put my sleeveless shirt with Marilyn Monroe on it. "No" I lied.

"Like hell I'll believe you"

As I put my camo baggy pants on I say "Leave my shit alone okay? I'm not abusing it. Plus you act your angel ass doesn't use weed and coke either" I put my solid black sock on and slip on my black Tim's decorated by my tattoo artist with flowers and sulks.

"I see your point but why do you I think I don't use it around you? Cause I don't want you to use drugs"

As I fix my make up and hair I asked " Are you gonna take it or can I keep it?"

"I'm taking it"

"Ugh!! God you get on my nerves!!' You're the biggest asshole I have ever met in my short life" I screamed at as I put my books into my black and simple Micheal Kors bag.

"That's ode my nigga. I'm trying to protect you not hurt you" Derrick said and I can hear the pain in he's voice.

"Derrick I'm sorry. I didn't mean that at-" I was interrupted by my door opening.

It was my dad.