Strange Love

Conflict

Kelly

"No, Tyler. Put that down. Daddy would be mad. Please, Ty!!!" I kept begging. My little five year old brother, Tyler, had my dad's miniature Lamborghini Veneno collection car and was waving it in the air. "Tyler, for the trillionth time, please put it down!!"

"Wh-why daddy mad?" Tyler asked.

"He loves that car. If it breaks we would be in deep sneakers." I said, trying to explain and shuddering at the thought of the car breaking.

"Oh. Daddy love car?" Tyler asked with a confused face.

"Yes, daddy love car. Now give it please." I tried to take it away but Ty wouldn't have that.

"Me return car." Ty said. He started to hobble away, leaving me praying that the car wouldn't break. He went on the couch and tried to reach the glass cabinet where the other collection cars are. But right as he leaned over, guess what happened.

Ty dropped the car.

And the car broke.

Shit.

I scrambled to get the pieces and super glue the car back before dad came home from work. I was half way done and so focused on gluing the car that I didn't here the front door open.

"What in the fucking world happened here!?"

Double shit.

"I'm so sorry, daddy. I broke the car. I'm so sorry. So sorry." I said, taking the blame. I didn't want him to hurt Tyler.

"Shut up, you bitch!!! That was a collection car!! You know how much that costs!?!" He said as he took off the belt from his waist and came towards me.

"No daddy please. I said I'm sorry. So sorry." I said, pleading with him. I didn't want to get hit either.

"Yeah, you will be sorry." He said as he struck down once, twice......fifteen times. I shut my mouth up. A single cry of pain and he will hit me harder.

"Don't hit Keji!" Ty said. He calls me Keji because he can't say 'Kelly' right. "Don't hit Keji!!" He tried to take the belt from daddy. Seeing this, daddy kicked Tyler in the face. His nose started bleeding and he instantly started crying. He ran to the kitchen and my dad soon followed. Tyler's cries of pain intensified and could be heard throughout the whole house.

Same as the belt hitting flesh.

As of me, I was surrounded by blood from my wounds. I looked at my arms and legs, seeing the bleeding belt marks. The pain was undescribable. I thought that I would get used to this as I grew older, but the pain is the same. Every time he hits us it's the same. He says its for our own good, but how is it for our own good when he's slowly killing us? Painfully.

"Kelly?! KELLY!? WHERE ARE YOU!?" I heard someone say.

No, please don't. I can't take no more pain.

A woman's horrified face soon clouded my vision.

Mom.

"Kelly. Oh my god. Stay still don't move." I heard her voice break. "Oh my god. DYLAN!!" She shreaked, calling my dad. He came into view with an also bloody Tyler wailing as loudly as can be.

"You called me?" My dad said angrily.

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO THEM!?" Mom shrieked again.

"BECAUSE, they broke my collection car!! They deserve DISCIPLINE!!" He yelled back.

"BUT NOT LIKE THIS!!" Mom yelled.

"Shut up or should I correct you too?" Dad said with a deadly calm. Mom instantly shut up, also scared of dad. She always wanted to get a divorce but dad threatened her saying that if she did, he would kill her. He would kill all of us.

"Now where is my dinner!?" Dad yelled looking at me. I stood up and went to the kitchen, taking the long way to avoid dad. I only saw Tyler's bloodied face silently crying now.

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You can only hear the sound of silverware hitting the plates and the occasional sip from the wine glass. I was seated in between mom and Tyler, waiting for dad to come from the bathroom and start eating his food, which he left growing cold on the table.

Finally, dad came and took his seat, I immediately stood up to give him his wine glass. As I went to fill his glass, he spitted his food in my face.

"YOU CALL THIS STEAK!? THIS IS GARBAGE!! LIKE YOU!!" He yelled at me, throwing his plate on the floor. It shattered right where my feet where.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. I'll make you something else." I said quietly.

"Don't bother. It's gonna taste like garbage anyway." He spat. "I'm not hungry anymore." He glanced at my mom, his expression wicked. "Come on, Beatrice. Let's make this night 'special'."

"N-no. I'm not having sex with you." My mom said, a horrified look on her face.

"If you're not coming, then I'm taking Kelly." With that, he stood up and started dragging me up to his bedroom.

"No, daddy!! Please daddy!! Don't do it!!" I pled.

"Dylan!! Let her go!!" My mom said. "I'll...." she looked at me and then at the floor. "...have sex with you." With that, my dad pushed me down the stairs and took his shirt off. Then he motioned for my mom to do the same. She did.

'Be safe. I love you.' My mom mouthed before she went to up the stairs to join my dad in the bedroom.

"Oh, and Kelly. Tomorrow's the first day of your new school. So go to sleep after you do the dishes."

"Ok, daddy. Goodnight mommy and daddy." I said, limping to the kitchen.

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I finished the dishes in record time. I sang to him and tucked him in my bed. Yes, Ty had to sleep with me because daddy didn't want to buy a bed for him. He said it costs too much money. But in fact he spends all of our savings in the bar or at a stripper club.

I went to the bathroom and took a long shower. The soap made my wounds sting a little, but the cold water felt nice against my flesh.

After my shower, I put on my pajamas and cuddled next to Tyler.

Tomorrow's a new day. I thought. And with that, I fell asleep.