Ink || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

24

*FLASHBACK* TW: abuse + death

It's getting late. I can tell by the way the street lamps shine through the little gaps in the curtains.

He will be home any minute.

"What time is it?" A hear a small voice whisper

I swallow as I look at my watch

"It's 6:52" I whisper back.

The small human stills beside me. I swallow, not wanting to be the one to break the tense silence.

"We'd better get you into bed" I say, the fear tumbling out of me through my shaky words

"But Si-si I'm not sleepy" Katie says

"I still think you should go to bed... at least try" I say.

She looks up at me and I give her as much of a reassuring smile as I can muster.

"Come on, up the stairs" I say

She nods as she slides off the sofa and walks over to the stairs.

I let her go up first, hoping that if anything was to happen I would be in between her and the door.

I watch as she uses her hands and feet to go up the stairs and I smile lightly. She's been doing that for seven years and I wouldn't change it- it's her little quirk- something that makes Katie, Katie.

She gets to the top of the stairs and turns around to look for me. She smiles as she sees me coming up behind her when suddenly the door slams open.

It takes me a minute to register it and both my sister and I look towards the noise, at the bottom of the stairs.

Quickly I push her forward, aiming her towards her room before my Father can even glance at her.

My Father is a cruel man. It runs in his blood.

His Father used to beat him- claiming it some sort of way to make him strong, and his Father beat his Father.

Abuse hardly ever stems from one person. It passes down through behaviour taught.

Yet my Mother still married him. I like to think that it was because she didn't know what he was like, but I'm not so sure. It takes even the littlest thing to set him off.

Quickly, I close the door behind my Sister and I and she rushes over to her bed. She throws the covers over herself as I turn the lamp on.

My heart shatters as I see the tiny streams of tears that are falling down her cheeks.

I walk over to her and I pull her into a hug

"Maybe he's had a good day?" I say "Maybe he will just fall asleep and forget about us if we stay quiet in here?" I say

She nods as I pull her close to my chest.

We listen and I screw my eyes up as I hear him slam the door shut after himself.

He had definitely not had a good day.

He didn't start hitting us until Katie turned 3. I think that he had been focusing on my siblings before me.

The thought alone causes me to pull Katie even closer as we sit on her bed.

My Mother had taken the brunt of it for the years before, she would have never allowed her children to be hit- that was before she changed.

I remember the day the accident happened. I was sat in my sisters and I's bedroom when my Father opened the door.

He had blood on his hands and an empty face.