Anesthesia

Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry we haven't updated in a while we've sorta lost our spark to write. Also I (Grace) is going to be writing this story more than Andrew. He's writing his own stories that haven't been published so wait for those. They won't be the same genre as Anesthesia but they'll be something. He likes to write more gay/anime/werewolf/vampire books. I will be updating more often so be aware that I will be updating more.

Emily's p.o.v

Luckily my dad wasn't at home... but that doesn't mean that he won't be here soon. He's probably at the bar. I decided that before he got here my brother and I could enjoy some time by ourselves. We worked on our homework and watched television. I locked the front door just so no strangers would walk in here.

"Emily I'm hungry," My brother said rubbing his stomach.

"Okay I'll see what we have," I said. I checked the fridge for what we might have. I didn't see anything and made a mental note to go grocery shopping soon. Moms not usually home since she works to stay away from my dad.

Its really not healthy for my brother to not be around his parents. I don't want him growing up and making bad decisions. He needs a family to teach him what's right and what's wrong. I want whats best for him.

I decided on some grilled cheesed sandwiches and asked Mikey and he agreed. Once they were made we ate our food. I checked the time and it was six o'clock. I was surprised my dad hasn't gotten home. I didn't Wang him here but he's usually home. I didn't bother to question it because I was glad he wasn't home.

"Come on Mikey its time to go to bed," I said to him. He groaned but agreed and I followed him up to his room. We brushed our teeth together and raced to see who could finish the fastest. I tucked him into bed and he fell asleep right away.

I shut his door quietly and walked to my room and saw Harry working on his homework. I sat down on my bed which squeaked and looked at my ceiling.

After looking at my ceiling for forever I heard the front door opened and slam shut. I sighed and ignored him. I heard him walking up the stairs and bump into stuff on his way up. I thought he was going into my brothers room and I went to get up but instead he came into my room.

"Hey bitch." He said stumbling in the room. My house wasn't that silent so I'm pretty sure Harry was hearing and would question about this tomorrow. I swear he was to curious for his own good.

I didn't say anything I just looked at something besides him. I could hear him coming near me and felt a harsh slap against my face knocking me to the ground. For being drunk he sure was strong.

"Not going to talk back tonight I see," he said.

"No because your not worth my time and your just a waste of breath." I said.

"Oh your getting it tonight." He said. I couldn't say anything or do anything before he slapped and kicked me to the ground. I knew Harry was watching but that's not what I was worrying about. I was worried Mikey would come in here and try to stop dad. My door was wide open and he's right across the hall from me so it'd be easy for him to do that.

He knelt down next to me and the stench of alcohol and smoke was over powering. I turned my head away and tried to get up but he put his foot on my back, pushing down with a great force. I cried out in pain when I felt a great pressure on back. I laid limp and my dad rolled me over and slapped me. My face was burning from how many times he slapped me.

I could here my brother come in and push my dad away from me as hard as he could. My dad fell and hit his head on the side of my desk and passed out. I knew he would be out for a while and wake up with a bad headache and probably dried blood.

I slowly got up and looked out my window and saw Harry with wide sad eyes staring at me. I looked away and got up. My brother helped me and walked me to our shared bathroom.

I looked in the mirror saw a hand print already forming on my face. It was all read and puffy. I sighed and tried to touch it but it hurt so much. My back had a boot print on the back of it from where my dad's footprint was. My brother was watching me with sad eyes the whole time I inspected my body.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Mikey," I said looking at him.

"I'm just glad I stopped it before it got any worse," he responded looking at me.

"Well do you mind if I sleep in your room tonight?" I asked. I usually asked this whenever my dad got physical with me, which was almost two or three times a week. My brother had a little bed but we had plenty of blankets so I usually slept on the floor. My back hurt so much I don't know if I can sleep on the floor.

"I don't mind," he said and we walked out of the bathroom. He had a little box TV so he could watch movies and shows, but we couldn't afford cable. I put in a DVD and we cuddled together watching a movie. I shut his door locked it and put his dresser in front of it so our dad couldn't come in.

He fell asleep way before I did. I ended falling asleep halfway through the second movie I put in. It was 1:30 a.m. when I finally fell asleep.

The next morning came to fast and I moved the dresser and told Mikey to stay in his room. Our dad was still asleep on the ground and I saw that Harry was up and moving around.

"Mikey you can come out of your room," I said to him. He came out of the room and we quietly got ready for school. I had to put on a lot of coverup for my bruise and put on some numbing cream for my back.

I walked with Mikey to his school and then told him goodbye and walked to the high school alone. I heard someone calling my name and turned around and saw none other than Harry running towards me.