The Boy from the Block

Chapter 2....

A/N: Again attached the comfort playlist for one direction.

As we walk into the living room, we see our dad yelling and throwing objects at my mom, all three of us run so fast and stand right infront of our mom, "DON'T TOUCH HER!" Lyric yells. "STOP HURTING HER!" I scream, "both of you shut the fuck up or it will get worse on you both" he threatens. Lyric gets scared and doesn't say anything more but stays standing infront of our mom so he won't get to her, Zora also standing there not saying anything.

"Get out of my way, and go to your rooms all three of you" he insists, "I'm not going anywhere if I'm going to walk away so is my mom, and there is nothing you can do or say that will change that" I state, which pisses him off all three of us still standing there scared for our life's. My heart is beating so fast I feel my palms start to sweat my anxiety starts to kick in my breath shortening and I start to shake scared of what he's going to do next after I just talked back like that to him. But I wasn't going to move I wasn't going to let him hurt my mom or my siblings.

His eyes are filled with hate and anger, he looks at me and throws a psychotic grin on his face causing me and my sisters to step back a little, "is that so?" He asks in the most psychotic voice I've ever heard him use. I look at him fear pacing through my body he walks towards me and tells me to step forward away from my sisters and my mom. My mom holds me back, "you're not touching my daughter" she demands in a stern tone. I move closer to not make it worse on my mom and sisters. He then moves closer to me grabbing my hair making me wince. My mom yells at him to let me go but he has already started dragging me to my room.

He threw me in the room so hard it caused me to fall down, I wince in pain and he starts to scream "I'll show you what happens when you talk back to me" next thing I know he's locking the door and I was getting kicked in my stomach, my back, I feel his hands land on my head and grab my hair dragging me up and slapping me 3 times across the face causing me to bleed from my lips and nose. I hear my mom banging on the door trying to open it to save me from this psychotic man's hands. Before the hits even stopped everything started to go dark until I couldn't feel or see anything anymore.

I woke up feeling pain all over my body, I start to sit up and find my sisters, brother, and mother all sitting there waiting for me to wake up. "What happened, last thing I remember is getting beat half to death by this crazy man" I say as I sit up. "You passed out while he was still beating you."Zora says "we deadass thought you died" Nova said tears filling her eyes. I just look at everyone my mom crying "are you okay" Lyric asks concern filling her tone, I look at my mom, " I'm fine nothing a warm shower can't fix" I said trying to sound as okay as I can be after all this with a big smile on my face. Even though deep down I'm in so much pain I can barely sit up it hurts to even breathe and from the looks of it he didn't let them take me to the hospital like always. "Now can you guys get out so I can shower and dress up, thank you very much." My mom hesitates to move not wanting to leave me alone "mom I'm okay really I just really need to shower" she looks at me a single tear falling from her eyes and I know she's blaming her self for what happened but there was nothing she could have done he's like this he's a monster I go in to hug her to let her know that I'm fine when she hugs me back I try everything not to react because it hurts so bad "I worry about you" my mom says "theres absolutely nothing to worry about I'm as strong as a horse" I joke she gives me a small smile "are you sure your okay sweetie?" She asks concern filling her tone "I'm okay mom really now go let me shower" I giggle never wanting her to worry about me.

They all walk out, I get out of bed slowly, wincing a little my body aching. I walk to my closet limping, I go through my clothes trying to figure out what to wear and my hand lands on the merch. I take it out looking at it, I scuff at it as I throw it back in my closet. I take out a khaki colored flared jean pants with a white turtle neck shirt, I wanted to add a little more style to the cloths since I am going to work so I don't wanna look like I just came back from the dead I pull out a crop topped khaki shirt, to top it all off a cream leathered jacket. For shoes I went with my white air forces. I made sure what I chose didn't show any part of my body so none of the bruises will show at work.