Chapter 6: Nearly There
You wake up around one o'clock in the afternoon; your mom has started a new job, and your father has been working for a while now. You were tired. You wake up and start letting the animals outside to use the restroom, feeding them, etc. Your father comes home for the day and sits in the kitchen with his phone pressed against a scented candle. Your mom was still sleeping from work last night. You spend the whole day cleaning; your brother is made to help, but he did almost nothing; all he did was wash the dishes and sweep the hallway. At around 6:30, you, your mom, and your younger sister leave the house to get dinner.
You stop at three different fast food places to get food. Once you finish getting food, she places the drinks and food on your lap, and you soon arrive back at home. Your father and brother wait for you and help grab food and bring it inside.
You set soda on the counter, and your brother looked at you and said, "Why didn't you finish cleaning the house before you left with mom?" You look up at him, and your eyes widen, your throat dries, and your body is slightly twitched. You couldn't force words out, so you looked back down at the food, helping to hand it out. Your dad, who has been drinking, jumps up and grabs you by the shirt. "Why the fuck didn't you finish cleaning my house?"
You flinched and started getting scared. You feel your body get heavier and your legs get weaker. "I'm sorry. I'll finish it later, I swear." He smiles at you and lets go of your shirt, but before he sat back down, he slapped you. His hand slammed across your face so hard that you fell to the floor. "Why did you hit me, you dick? I said I would finish it! I always finish it by bedtime."
You screamed at him, everyone looking at you. He got back up, grabbed your shirt collar, and bashed your head to the floor.
"Don't talk to me like that; I am your father; you will respect me!" You kick him off and try running to your room, but your mom grabs you and pushes you to the floor. "You little bitch, don't kick my husband." She punched you in the face and grabbed your hair, bashing your head into the hallway wall right by your room.
You feel blood start to drip, and your head stings and burns. You feel them repeatedly hurting your head and kicking your ribs. They kept screaming at you for being disrespectful and out of line.
You kept crying and yelling, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please stop." You felt one of them kick you in the head one last time. You heard a crackle, and you started drifting off. Your vision gets blurry, and your eyes start rolling. You can hardly even breathe; you can hardly even move.
As you get kicked the last time, you hear your brother screaming, pulling your parents off you, but they refuse; they continue hitting and kicking, grabbing and tugging. You feel empty and broken once again. You wake up hooked on machines, you sit up quickly, and you look around, screaming and hurting everyone who came around, begging them not to hurt you.
You were in shock, fear, and a paralyzed brain moment. You tried strangling yourself and unplugging the machine.
They tell you to be safe and that the "fall" wasn't too hard to fix. You were told your skull was indented and almost shattered. You look at your parents smiling at you from the other side of the door and want to tell the doctors what has happened, but you can't; you can't lose your siblings.
You start calming down and acting like yourself again. It's around 12 o'clock at night, and they tell you you could be released to go home soon. You nod and lay back down to rest. You wake back up at 1 a.m. They grab a bag and start getting you ready to come home. You slowly walk with your parents back to the car, keeping your distance and avoiding contact
