A week has passed and everything is the same, sadly. It is the night before the wedding and I have what I need. Ryan still occasionally comes over, but he went on a family trip 2 days ago. My sisters have been spending a lot of time with my grandma and today is their first day back since the day after my cousin came over. My mom is still the same person she has been for the past year and Dave is still a big jerk.
"Can you stop crying?!" my mom screamed at Izzy.
"Whats going on in here?" I asked walking into the living room.
"She keeps crying!" my mom said spanking her for the second time. "You're going up to your room. Babe! Can you come help me?" she yelled to Dave. He came into the living room and grabbed Izzy's feet and my mom grabbed her arms while Izzy tried to wiggle out of their grips.
"Dude! She's 3! Are you guys stupid or something?"
"What did you just call me?" my mom asked obviously offended.
"3 year olds cry! All the time. But you wouldn't know that huh?"
"Don't talk to your mom like that!" Dave butted in. They finally got Izzy up to her room. Dave ran down stairs fast and nailed her door shut.
"What are you doing?!"
"She won't stay in her room! We have to lock it!"
"What did she even do?" I asked with anger in my voice.
"I don't have to explain this to you! I am your mother!"
"Sure you are." I said under my breath while rolling my eyes.
"I am your mother!" She replied putting emphasis on am.
"Not really. You think you are, but in reality you're just some alcoholic that comes here to sleep around!"
"What did you just say to me?" after that was asked she jumped on me and I fell from the impact, slamming my head against the carpet. She then slapped me across the face leaving a tingling sensation behind. I turned us over so I was sitting on top of her, pinning her arms and legs down.
"Don't you EVER hit me again." I got off of her and turned around towards Dave looking dead into his eyes. I walked quickly towards him and kicked him right in the groin causing him to double over in pain. "This should teach you not to touch my sister again." I said before kneeing him in the face. He fell forward getting blood on the carpet and was then taken over by darkness.
I gripped the hammer and then looked down at Dave. Anger boiled up in me causing me to grip the handle tighter. 'He's the reason for my bruises. He's the reason why I fear waking up the next day.' I thought as I raised up the head up the hammer. But then I thought, ' He's also a human being. And I'm not that kind of person. I'm good. I help people, not hurt people.' I lowered the hammer and turned around walking towards Izzy's room. I flipped the hammer around to the claw and took the nails out one by one. I opened the door seeing Izzy on her bed with puffy red eyes. I ran over to her bed and picked her up saying over and over again, "shh shh. Its okay." I brought her down the stairs to where Bree is sitting. "Are you okay, Bree?" she nodded and picked up Izzy.
"Are you okay? You have blood on your knee." she said looking down at my knee.
"Yeah. Oh and the blood isn't mine." I winked at her playfully and she just laughed. "We should probably tell Yaya to come and pick us up before Dave wakes up and most likely kills me." she nodded her head and motioned towards the kitchen where the house phone is. I ran over to the phone and dialed my grandma's number quickly. After what seemed like forever, she finally picked up. "Can you please come and pick us up?"
"Uh, I guess. Is everything okay?" she asked with concern.
"I will tell you everything when you get here." with that said I hung up the phone. Then I looked at the girls and said, "You don't need to get clothes from upstairs. Just grab your shoes okay?" they both nodded their heads and grabbed their shoes before they put them on. I did the same as well.
"Ugh. My nose." I heard from upstairs. My eyes widened and I sprinted to the living room.
"Come on. We have to go. Right now." I said in a whisper yell.
"But Ya Ya isn't here yet." Bree argued back.
"It doesn't matter. Lets go." I grabbed my wallet and my phone. Bree and Izzy went out the door first and I followed quickly after. I shut the door quietly and guided the girls to the side of the house.
"What are we doing?" Bree asked with confusion. "We probably look retar-" I cut her off by covering her mouth with my hand because I heard the door open.
"Where do you think they went?" a guys voice asked, Dave's voice to be exact.
"I don't know." my mom's voice answered .
"I swear, when she gets back I'm going to kick her ass." Dave said. I mentally laughed and thought "Yeah, right."
I heard the door shut so I got up and walked to the stop light by our house. Since our house is on the end of the street, there is a stop light right next to us. I then remembered that there was a little playground like 5 minutes away by foot. "Okay, we are going to meet Yaya at the park on Eucalyptus St." they both nodded and we headed towards the park. I pulled out my phone and dialed my grandma's number yet again. "Can you pick us up at the park that is right next to our house?"
"Uhm, yea sure. But seriously, what is going on?" she asked with more worry than last time.
"Uh.. can you please just hurry up?"
"Okay, okay. I will be there in like two minutes." I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone. When she says two minutes she actually means like ten.
"Alright go play for a little bit." I told the girls before sitting on the cold bench in the picnic area. Their laughter was filling my ears.
Their laughter was interrupted by my grandma's car horn telling us that she was here.
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The Unwanted Life
Mystery / Thriller"Did you want this life?" I got this question a couple times in my life. And every single time someone would ask me this question, I would simply say yes just to spare them the depressing details of my life. I hated lying, but naturally we wouldn't...
