Run away

Chapter 1

~~~~~~~~Arabella's father~~~~~~~

"you filthy peace of shit." My father Cole spat in my face while he rammed his foot into my rids. I curled in a ball on the kitchen floor hoping to protect myself from his beating. But it never worked, he always hurt me so badly I never wanted to move but it was worth it as long as he doesn't touch my little sisters.

"You can never do anything right you bitch!!" He yelled grabbing a fist full of my chestnut  brown hair and bring my face up to his. "You are a mistake" he spats while he slapped me in the face. I felt the burning sting in my right cheek. "That's going to bruise." I think to myself. He keeps kicking and punching me for what feels like hours. I don't even remember what I did that made him angry. Normally it's stupid small things, I think I forgot to put his beer in the refrigerator before giving it to him with his dinner.

"Clean up this mess you whore and the better not happen again or you will receive a punishment you will never forget!" He yells with so much venom.
I hear his footsteps leave the kitchen. Once he releases me I curl up in a ball and cry. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. No matter how much this hurts I won't let this break me.

This all started when my mom died in a rague attack. Before that happened my family was happy and my dad was so nice. The dad I knew died with my mother. Now he is just a speed donor to me. I used to hope that there was still love in his heart but I know that was just wishful thinking. The truth is he is a disgusting angry man that feels pleasure in beating his children. I hate him with every fiber in my body.

I have to keep my sisters away from him. I can't let him hurt them. I have to keep my promise to my mother. I have to protect them and keep them safe no matter what.

That's what I have need doing since my mom died. My dad lost it, I cried for days and locked himself in his room. I thought he was going to died too but a month after my mothers death he comes out of his room a different person.... A heartless cruel man.

"Alexandria is it ok to come out" I heard a soft voice of my sister. I slowly in curl myself and stand up on shaky legs. I grad the counter top to steady myself. I want to the pantry where I hid my sisters when the sperm donor came in. I didn't want him to hurt them if he got angry. I grabbed the knob and turned it. I opened the door to see my sisters hugging each other with un shed tears in their eyes. I knelt down and opened my arms wide. "Come here gumdrops." A say using the nickname I gave them a long time ago. They had a small smile on their faces and jumped into my arms. I tried to protect them no matter what. They didn't deserve this life. They are everything precious and innocent in the world and I will make sure it stays that way. I held them tightly to me. I feel their tiers soaking my shirt, but I don't care. I whispered soothing words and stroked their heads till they stopped crying. I pulled away from them.

"Eat your diner. Then Go up states while I clean up and then we will go to bed. If you two are good girls then will read you two a bed time story?" I said with a forced smile. They knifed eagerly then dashed to their seats. It took all the energy I had to force myself off then hard floor. My wobbly legs barely held my body up.  I clutched the counter for support while I cleaned the mess the sperm donor made while beating me.

After it was all cleaned up, my sisters
Ran up to me with smiles on their faces that would warm the coldest of hearts. "Are we going to go up to bed now sissy?" My youngest sister, Anastasia, asked. She is the cutest 5 years old in the world. She has "the sperm donor's" Raven black hair, but she has our mother's fair skin, small frame and emerald green eyes.

I smile gently on her but I know it doesn't reach my eye. "Yes, let's go up stairs and go to bed. I will help you get read for bed." She smiles and runs up stairs.

"Isabella you can go upstairs. I can clean this up." Alexandria said, my other sister. I look at her and she is 10, Petite, has brunette hair, a mix of our parent's, and my father's grey eyes. Her eyes are kind and love while my father's are cold and cruel.

"I can't let you do that. You know if he catches you, we will both be punched so badly we won't be able to get up tomorrow." I say sadly. Alexandria tried to hide it but she was sad she couldn't help her sister even if it was a small thing.

I couldn't take seeing that look on her face. "Ok you can help me clean up but if he comes back hide. Do you understand?" I looked at her sternly but still smiled.

Alexandra shook her head repeatedly with the biggest smile. She ran to me and wrapper her arms around my waist and said "I understand. I promise to hide, as long as I can help you big sis." She pulled away and skipped over the where all the cleaning supplies were.

After cleaning all the mess up, we both went up stair to see Anastasia getting all of our night cloths and beds ready.

"Ok little princess lets get ready for bed." I say to Anastasia. After we were all done with our nightly routine, I tucked my sisters in and kisses them on the top of thief heads. We all stay in the same room together so we are safe. 

"Good night you two. Sweet dreams." I say turning off the lights and hopping into my bed.
"Good night Isabella."

I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me.