Safe With Me |18+

Frozen.

Later that night, I went down to make dinner for El and I. I took out a packet of Macaroni and I boiled water. I heard the door open and my chest tightened.

Dad walked into the kitchen and he stared at me.

"Hey." He said. "Hi."

He sat on the stool and stared at me. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Your mother, she just left like that. And I was angry." He joined his hands together at the counter and stared at me as I emptied the contents onto the pot.

"It's okay, dad." I looked at him and he hid so much pain inside of himself it reflected in his eyes. I turned away and I washed my hands.

"Pumpkin." I felt his hand on my shoulder. I had a sharp feeling in my gut and I winced, wishing he didn't touch me. I felt violated. Utterly violated.

I turned around and I looked up at the tall man. "Please don't leave me."

"I have to go to college soon."

"You can find one here. I mean, you'll have as much fun when you stay here."

"That's okay, dad."

I stirred the contents of the pot and felt his strong gaze on me. He walked around me and glared at me. "So you're leaving me?" He asked.

"Dad, this is for college. It's education."

"You can't be serious. You're gonna leave me like your mother did?!" He yelled.

"Please, dad. Don't yell at me. I know you're angry that mom left. But that's not my fault."

He clenched his fists and I glared at him this time. I wasn't gonna have him take the pot and pour it in my face.

"Please, let's just have a family dinner." I said.

He stayed silent and walked away from me. I sighed of relief and I felt my palms moistened. Ew. Disgusting. I washed my hands and I poured the contents onto the plates.

"Elora! Dinner!" I yelled.

I heard footsteps down the stairs and we sat at the table. Dad entered the room and sat down as well.

Elora stared at dad, fear in her eyes and I cleared my throat to catch her attention. I smiled at her and she smiled back, slightly.

"Let's eat. We have school tomorrow." I told her. She nodded.

Dad leaned his chin on his hands and stared at the both of us. "What happens after you leave?"

"What happens?" "To...her." He pointed a finger at Elora. "She goes to school." "I have to take care of one more prick?" I dropped the spoon on the plate and I glared at him.

"She's not a prick. She's my sister." "Bullshit." "Dad!"

"What?! I don't give a single ouce of fuck. I came to apologise and you're throwing this bomb on me. Fuck you!" He got up and he grabbed the table.

I grabbed Elora's plate and mine as he hoisted the table up in the air, crashing down into debris.

"Fuck you both." He said.

Elora quivered in her seat, trying to hold back tears. I sighed and I stood up. I handed her her plate and I glared at dad.

"You're a fucking asshole. Even if you kill me, I'm gonna get you first." I said. He growled at me and stomped out of the room. I looked at El and she sobbed out. Fuck.

"Come on El. Let's eat in my room."

We walked up the stairs, careful not to wake the demon. We entered my room and I locked it. She sat down on the floor and cried out.

"I'm sorry, peach." I said. "It's not your fault." She whimpered. "You remember the plan, right?" I asked. She nodded. "Good. Don't you ever forget it. Now come. I think I got Netflix here. You wanna watch Frozen?" I asked.

She smiled wide in an instant and nodded. "Yes!!" "Shh. Don't wake up the monster, kid." I smiled. She giggled and pressed a finger at her lips. I chuckled and pulled my laptop down. I opened Netflix and we watched the movie.

I glanced over at her and she smiled through her tears, forgetting the events that happened a moment ago. If I take her away from here as soon as possible, she won't remember how painful it was to leave her.

She wouldn't know how I felt. And that's all I wanted.

A happy life for her.

**

She fell asleep on my bed before the movie had finished. I looked at her and I frowned. A fragile child, exposed to such dreadful events and she had to tolerate it.

This was bullshit. She didn't deserve it. She had the worst times with her mother. I didn't even know why she asked if that asshole would come back.

If mom could leave, so could dad. What was stopping him? I wish he would leave. If he didn't, I could. Why didn't he want me to leave? A bipolar bitch he really was.

I got up from my bed and I lifted Elora. I carried her to her own room and I covered her with her blankets. I looked over at the nightstand and she had a small photo frame of the both of us.

I smiled, picking the picture up. We were at the beach in Los Angeles. Aunt Helga took us there without their permission. It was the best vacation we took and the worst arrival we had.

We both got so bad memories from the arrival back home and I wanted to forget it and replace them with the good ones I had.

She was just four that time. I had to carry her all the way because she was too tired to walk. She slept most of the time and ate a lot of chilli dogs though.

I stood beside, holding her hand with the view of the beach behind us and the ocean on the right side of the picture. Seagulls flew high in the sky. It was a bright sunny day.

How I longed to go back to that memory. Relive it again. Such a shame. I put the picture back down and I kissed her on the head.

"Goodnight, angel. Few more months till we fly."

I got up and I walked back to my room, quietly hoping the monster wouldn't come and kill me tonight.

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