{Unfortunate Events}

Memory 32

~1982 February 19th~

{Elias}

   I kept Staci close to me as father continued to yell. I tensed slightly with every step he took closer towards her bedroom door. He wasn't yelling at us. Yet. He was angry about something about work, I couldn't hear him well through the door. “Elijah, I'm scared…” Staci murmured, burying her face into the shirt. I glanced down at her, and kept a gentle hand on her head. “Don't cry,” I murmured. I turned my gaze back towards the door. The yelling had abruptly stopped. Without warning, the door flung open. There, father stood with a belt smirking at us, with this crazed look in his eyes. And a smile. “Alright, who's the fucker who tried calling CPS?” 

   Staci hid more into my side, and I kept my arms around her. Both of us stayed quiet. It angered our father, our silence. His smile faltered a bit. “Answer me.” 

   It had been Staci. She'd seen a paper ad, asked about it to a teacher, who explained it, unknowing to her and Elijah's living situation. I wasn't going to let him know that though.

“I did.” 

   With the expected anger in his gaze, he stepped towards me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. Staci cried out, grabbing the hem of my shirt, crying for father to let go of me. I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes slightly, daring him to just try and hit me. I knew he had hit Elijah with it before, whenever I was awake, I'd find markings. “You tried calling CPS, didn't you?” Father snarled. I continued to look at him. “Of course,” I felt a surge of courage. “And now that I have, our house is under surveillance. That means, any unnecessary markings you put on us, will be recorded, and possibly used against you in court.” I tilted my head slightly, my face expressionless. “You wouldn't want that. Would you?” I noticed the way his eyes slightly widened, and his grip on my shirt loosened a bit. “You son of a bitch..” He muttered. He then smirked. “You know. I was never really proud of you. You were a mistake. You're the reason your mother and I had to be together, Elijah. I've never been proud of you.” …

“What? Got nothing to say, you little shit?” 

“I wish you had died, instead of mother. Bruce, I'll make sure you reach your end. Maybe you'll be proud of me then, but know. That I will make it as painful as you've made my life.” I felt as the corners of my mouth started to quirk upwards.

“And I'll fucking enjoy it, as you cry for help and none comes.”

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