Me and my Benj

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sound of yelling. My mom and dad are fighting again. This always happens but today I have had enough. It was my eighteen birthday and they were still fighting.

They said they were trying not to fight today but it didn't work. I walk in the living room where they are and see a beer bottle in my dads hand. Uh oh. I think. My parents fight a lot. Most of the time he's drunk and when he is... he takes it out on me. I turn around and try to get to my room before my dad sees me but it's to late.

He kicks the back of my leg and fall with a scream. He kicks me in the stomach and a sharp pain runs through my body. I scream again. My mother try's to stop him and he slaps her.

While his attention is on her I get up and I kick his leg. He falls to the ground and I push my mom out the door. She runs to the car and starts it.

I'm about to run out but before I can my dad grabs my leg and pulls me down. I slam my face on the floor. There's blood everywhere. My nose is bleeding fast. My dad punches me and next thing I know, I'm out.

I wake up to find the house empty. This is my chance. I run out to the nearest restaurant which happens to be a coffee shop. I run inside and sit at my table waiting for the waitress. I feel a tap on my shoulder and hear some one say "Are you alright." I look up and see someone. My idle. BajanCanadian.

"Mitch?" I say with excitement in my eyes. Standing right in front of me was my idle.

He laughs. "So you know my name," he says, "now what's your name?"

"I'm Michaela." I say.

"Nice to meet you," he say, "wanna tell me what happened?" I start sobbing and he pulls me into a hug. I cry into his shirt and tell him the whole thing.

When I'm finished he still holds me there until I'm done crying. And a little after that. "Where do you live Michaela?" I give him my address. He walks away to make a phone call.

He comes back and tells me how he called 911. I would be sad if it was just me he hurt. But no. He hurt my mom. That's when I finally realized. He's not my dad. He just donated the sperm to my mom. "Let me take you to my house. Get you cleaned up."

"Okay. " I say.