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Chapter twelve.

Blane Orson
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"Blane, you have some nerve bringing her into my house. " My father almost spits in my face.

" Is she really that bad, what has she ever done to you or anyone? " I look at him confused. " Are you forgetting that she put a dagger right in me, in my chest. "

" Father, are you sure you didn't deserve it? " I ask with confidence. " Boy, you better be joking. " He snarks.

" You raided one of there balls, and killed her boyfriend of 4 YEARS at the time. Right when he was going to propose. " I snark back.

" You really think I care about that, it was 4 years ago! She had the nerve to sneak in, and stab me in the chest almost killing me! Then you decide to invite her through the front door!" He raises his voice.

I pray Aliyah isn't hearing this. " I'll continue to invite her through the front door, because you hurt her once so she hurt you back. "

" You can't strike a snake once, without being striked back. You told me that when I was 6!" I start to raise my voice.

" I want her out of my house, Blane. " He grunts. " Too bad, because she's staying right where she is. Right where she is, is making all of your kids laugh and smile upstairs. " I argue.

His breathe is heavily heard, before he takes me by the throat slamming me against the wall. " You don't get to decide anything or anyone that comes in this house. I decide, got it? "

" If your wanting to kill me, do it. Because I'm of the age, I decide whom I want and what I want. You don't control me anymore, I'm not scared of you because I know your to scared to do it. "

" As much as you drink, you still love your kids and wouldn't hurt them badly. What would mom think of you, she wouldn't stand it and you know it. " I grunt out almost breathlessly.

He snarls, " Your mother won't leave me because she can't. If she does, she'll get killed and that's her fault. " I shake my head. " It's your fault, it would be yours because you would be the one who made her leave. "

He takes his fist to my face, I feel a slight sting. " You don't decide if it's my fault or not. " Another comes at my face, " It's my choice! " He knees me in the stomach.

I don't kick back, or talk back anymore. Because if I do, it'll end with one of us in a 6 foot hole.

He's drunk enough to either kill me, or let me kill him. So I sit there, before he drops me and I fall to the floor in pain.

I'm not a physical person at fighting, I hate hurting people with my words or actions.

Tears breach my eyes, I refuse to let them drop as I hear footsteps walk away from me.

I don't want to ruin Aliyah's day, she had a rough morning so I decided I'll get up in a few minutes. A door upstairs opens, before I hear steps down the hallway.

I crouch down against the wall, holding my stomach in pain. Hands grab my face before turning it to the side, then looking down to my stomach.

" What happened, Blane? Are you okay? " A soft voice speaks. " I'm fine, just go back upstairs. " I say quietly.

" I'm not leaving you, I'm gonna take care of you and get you back up." Aliyah holds my face upwards.

She stands up above me before leaning down and helping me up to my feet. " You think you can get upstairs? " I nod.

We go upstairs, step by step quietly and into my room. She helped me to my bed, and put the covers over me. " Your face is bruised, can I check your stomach? "