I Met a Vampire Down in Santa Carla

Chapter Nine

(TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!! This chapter contains abuse by a parent (We all know who if you've been reading from the start. This chapter is a character growth and background, mostly of our main girl. If you feel as though you can't read this chapter I completely understand and will do my best to make it where you can skip it and the story still makes sense. If you do rea,d thank you and enjoy. PS this chapter is a bit shorter. )

I slam the door harshly. I was out all night once again. Work was shit, from Tyler using the last of the red ink having not told anyone, to me getting chewed out by a customer. Then after work I went shopping for some little things around the house. When I got home, I was bored out of my mind so I went to chill at the shack. Now the sun has come up along with the feeling of needing sleep. 

I flop down on the couch and turn on the TV absentmindedly. I wasn't paying attention to what was on or the fact that today was the day Steve and Mom were supposed to be back. I hear the door slam, and I turn to see them. Mom doesn't look at me, her head down in shame and fear. "Hey, how was the?" I'm cut off by Steve.

"You didn't tell us you are in a band." He hisses anger coursing through his veins. I shake my head to dismiss any ideas he might have. I felt the same sinking pit in my stomach that I felt when John would came home shitfaced. 

"I'm not in a band," I laugh, it came out more like a huff. "I don't know who lied to you," I'm again cut off with harsh words.

"Don't bullshit me girl." He looks down at his phone and shows me a video. It was me singing on the stage. Someone had taken a video and posted it on Facebook. Somehow someone he knows saw it and sent it to him or he just stumbled across it himself. Either way I'm screwed not just cause of the video but because I've just lied to him. "Do you not know how embarrassing this is to me. To both of us to have our daughter prancing around on stage singing this," He stutters. His words seeped with anger. His face became red with rage "This filth!" He slams the phone down, causing both mom and I to flinch. 

"I-It isn't that bad. I'm not naked or a-anything and the songs aren't that bad if you'll just let me explain." I start trying to plead a case for myself like a fifteen-year-old who just got caught going to a party.

"NO!" He snaps "I've had enough. What else have you been doing behind my back?" I freeze. Does he know about David? Hell if he knows about the band, who is to say he doesn't know about the boys. If he finds out I've been hanging around a group of four guys on motorcycles who always wear leather. I might as well dig myself a grave. "It has been a long time. Too long in fact, since you've been cleansed." My mom looks up at him, horrified, grabbing his arm.

"No. She isn't a child, you can't just throw her in a cold bath, I won't let you." She is met with a slap to the face and thrown on the ground. I try to run to her but am grabbed and yanked to the bathroom. I pull away, he has managed to drag me half way up the stairs. He lets go, causing me to fall backwards down the stairs. I hit the ground with a good wack to the head. I hear the water running and I feel arms wrap around me. I try to fight them only to realize they are my moms. "Come on, get up" she sobs. She tries her best to help me up, but I was stumbling. Steve walks past us and to the garage, picking out a bag of ice. As he comes back to inflict punishment, he kicks mom off of me and grabs me by my hair. I hear my mom sobbing, begging him to stop. 

I should be fighting back but my ears rang in distress. My head ached as he shoves me to the floor. Taking out his pocket knife, he opens the bag of ice and dumps it into the already freezing water. Once done, he grabs my hair and dunks my head into the water. I feel the pricing pain as the cold water hit my cheeks. My midsection ached from the side of the tub. I was brought back up only for it to be done again and again. I lost track of how many times he did this. Eventually he lets up. I cough and sob as the pain fades. Cold, wet droplets drip from my hair, making the freezing of the water worse. He pulls me up by my arm, tossing me in the tub before sitting against the door, watching me as I freeze. "Confess your sins," he orders. I glare up at him.