" the hurt man " - erik menendez

chapter 1. ✧

" we're leaving "

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i woke up that morning to screaming, per usual. it's been non stop since my parents remarried. i'm not sure why they always come back to each other if they hate each other so much.

i heard stuff banging around. when they fought all i heard was screaming, but it sounded like someone was getting thrown.

i quickly threw the covers off of me and ran downstairs. i stopped for a moment when i saw my father holding my mom against the wall by her neck. her face was turning red.

"stop!" i begged as i tried to pull my father off of her. he wouldn't budge. he was growling in my moms face with clenched teeth like a wild animal. he was almost a foot taller than her, which left her defenseless. she didn't deserve this.

"dad please!" i said and he finally stopped, but turned to me with a raised fist. "DONT. call me that!" he yelled in my face with his threatening low voice. i flinched and stepped back.

my mom got loose of his grip and stepped back over to me, standing in front of me. "that's IT!" she said, finally standing up for herself. you could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes as she kept talking.

"we're leaving, come on sammy." my mom said to me as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the corridor to the living room. "i'll go pack my stuff, you go pack yours." she told me in a quieter, softer tone. i nodded before running back upstairs.

my hands and my whole body were shaking as i scrambled for everything that i felt mattered to pack. i packed a few of my favorite clothes and stuffed animals. my father called me immature for still having them since i was 16, but i didn't care.

thanks to him i didn't have much of a childhood. i grew up constantly fending for myself and my mom. i took care of her when my father would beat her so bad she was sore for weeks.

it always enraged me how she would just take it, but i understood. father was scary.

i finished packing as much as i could into a duffle bag i had for soccer. i put on shoes and ran back downstairs. i passed my father in the kitchen, getting a glass of alcohol, before going into my moms room. they didn't even sleep in the same room, that's how bad it was.

my mom came out of her bathroom and put some stuff into her bag she got from it. "alright." she said, kind of to herself. "okay, let's go." she said. i nodded and grabbed her hand.

i didn't know how long we were going to be gone for, but i could tell by how much she packed, it would be a while. maybe even forever, which i hoped it was.

i looked back at my father for the last time. i closed my eyes and breathed the air of that house for the last time. the air where my father abused me and my mother for too long. i shut the door before me and my mom started walking to her car in a hurry.

i got in the passenger seat and threw our bags in the backseat and we drove off.

"look in my bag." my mom said after a while of silence. i furrowed my brows at the smile on her face. "for what?" i asked. "just look." she replied.

i unbuckled and reached back in the seat and unzipped her duffel bag. my eyes widened when i saw bands of one-hundred dollar bills in multiple zip-lock bags. "where did you get this?" i asked in shock. i knew it was probably from fathers safe, but she didn't know the code, which was primarily the reason why i asked.

"i found out the code." she said with a proud smile as i zipped up the bag and put it in the backseat. "how?" i asked curiously, putting my seat belt back on. "i was cleaning out our nightstands, and i was looking in his and found a piece of paper that had the code written in it." she answered. i let out a small laugh. safe to say we were secured financially for wherever we left.

one month later

          we finally found a house to move into in a beverly hills neighborhood on north elm drive. there was a bunch of houses that were massive. they all had either a pool or a tennis court in the backyard, and some had secondary houses.

my mom pulled into the circular driveway of our new home.

i looked at the house in amazement. "holy..." i started to say. "i know." my mother said with a smile as she parked the car.

i unbuckled and got out of the car, throwing my bag over my shoulder as i walked into the house. it was empty, so it echoed a lot. "hellooo..." i called out to heard it echo. i giggled at how long it carried on for. my mom came in shortly after and did the same thing causing us to laugh as it echoed throughout the house.

the entrance of the house had two spiral staircases on each side that went up to a balcony on the second floor with a chandelier hanging from the celling.

my mom went into the kitchen area and sat down on the counter as she pulled out a piece of paper from her bag.

"what's that?" i asked, sitting on the counter beside her. "i have to order furniture to fill up this empty place." she said as she looked around. "a lot." she and i giggled.

me and my mom stayed up late that night. she was registering me for school so i wouldn't have to be around the house bored while my mom did all the furniture arrangements. she registered me for beverly hills high school, which from what i've heard, has a really good soccer team.

thank god i packed my favorite pillow and blanket or else i'd have to sleep on the cold floor without warmth or comfort. me and my mom slept in the room behind the entrance which had glass sliding doors going out to a pool. she also packed a pillow and blanket luckily cause i wasn't gonna share.

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sorry if this chapter was short or boring but i wanted to give sam a backstory (which is who's pov the story is in if you were curious) and show why they moved!!

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