Those Lips

Rachel's POV

If you don't remember Rachel, she is one of Claire's friends introduced in the third chapter. Here is her description:
The fourth girl was beautiful. Her name was Rachel. She smiled and you could see the kindness in her eyes. Her hair was long and blonde. Really light and flowy. It was probably braided the night before because it had those curves to it. Hey eyes were a bright blue that made her pale face need blush, so hey cheeks was a little pink. Her dress was a lot like Amber's.

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I walked into my house. I could hear yelling and screaming coming from the kitchen. I went straight up stairs to the crying baby. I sat in the rocking chair feeding her with a bottle. She fell asleep even through the yelling. I admired her strength. My mom walked up the stairs and slammed her door shut. The baby started to cry, again. Dad yelled. "SHUT THAT DAMN THING UP!!!" And can't storming up the stairs. Shit. I thought, and I put the baby in the crib and rocked it. She fell quiet and slowly started to drift off. She was almost alseep when dad swung the door open. It slammed off of the wall. Hitting a cabinet and knocking everything off of it. He looked at me. I was so scared. He could see it, too. He came closer. Throwing me against the wall. I slid down the wall. Damn that hurt... I thought, as he looked down on me.

"Did that hurt?" He mocked

I winced, and rubbed my shoulderblade. "I said... DID THAT HURT?!" he screamed. Getting in my face.

I knew that no matter what I said he would keep going, but I still tried to get him to stop. "Yes, sir." I said as I began to cry.

His jaw clenched at my crying, and the baby screamed. "I thought I told you" he started calm but then he screamed getting aggrivated at the baby's noise. "TO SHUT THAT DAMN THING UP!!"

I scrambled up off the floor running to the baby before he got even more mad I know that if I pointed out she was crying because of him it would just make things worse, so I just said. "Sorry, Daddy." And rocked the crib.

He got in my face. I was still crying. Just not making any noise. Tears streamed down my face. He roughly wiped my tears, and walking out of the room. I exhaled. Oh, no... I thought as it started. I heard glass breaking in the distance. It sounded like it was coming from mom's bedroom. I slowly crept towards the her room. Not making a sound. I cracked the door open. Dad was standing over the top of mom. He held a piece of glad in his hands. He has her tied to the bed. Oh, no, not again.... I thought was he started to slice her wrists down the vain. The blood dropped and started to fall to the floor. I ran to my bedroom and collapsed into my bed. My makeup ran down my face, and I grabbed a box out of my closet, dialed His number, and snuck out the window.