Defiance

Chapter One: The Beating

"Come here you brat" Mom hollers, I hate calling her mom, she doesn't deserve that title 'mom' how could she be my mom, she screams at me, cusses at me and beats me. My 'dad' isn't better at all. He might even be worse. He's always on some sort of drugs, and always has a bottle of beer in his hand. Once, he took his half-empty, moldy-bread smelling beer bottle and slammed it on my arm. I still have scars from that bottle.
"I TOLD YOU TO COME HERE."
"Stop thinking of your crappy memories" I think.
"I'm coming" I hollar.
I run down the stairs, turn into our hall, and walk directly into my sister.
"Hey Lucy, what's wrong." I calmly say, but in my mind i'm thinking about how much I want to kill my 'mom' if she made my little sister, only the age of 7 break into tears.
"Mom wants you" she sobs "s-she just ripped up my picture of Granny Jose"
"Oh... It's okay" I can't believe the woman freakin did that. "I'll give you mine" I take out my wallet from my back pocket, and take out my picture of my beloved Granny Jose, the only person that ever loved my sister and I.
"Here you go Lucy Bucy" I say
"T-t-thanks" She replied, still softly crying "You better go to mom"
"She's Right" I think to myself.
I run into the kitchen, and practically run into my 'mom'. She points to a pile of dishes on the counter near the sink, she wants me to do the dishes for her, at least that's what I think
"Look what I found on a plate" I notice she says that with gritted teeth.
"What the heck do you want" I purposely say 'heck'', just to show i'm not afraid of any of the crap that she's going to say to me. She hates the word heck.
"DON'T YOU USE THAT TONE WITH ME YOUNG LADY!" she screams,
"Wow, just Wow. Young Lady, I'm 17 I only have to deal with one more year with you"
"Anyways" she says with an annoyed tone in her voice "look what i found in the dishes"
She points again, not at the dishes, but by them.
"A doll... you yell at me for Lucy's doll"
"LUCY GET OVER HERE"
"No, No No NO" I think "She's going to beat Lucy"
Lucy slowly came into the room, shuffling her feet, she knew what was about to happen. My 'mom' takes lucy, and takes one of dads belts and hits lucy with the metal fasten. Lucy screams like a thousand babies in an orphanage.
"STOP" I scream. I couldn't bare to watch Lucy being in pain any longer. My 'mom' looks up, smiles, and says
"I think you have both learned your lesson"
"What lesson" I think "The lesson of you getting your way, when a child's toy is left on a counter, or the lesson of you beating your children when you feel like it"
***
I lay in bed that night wondering how I can move out while leaving Lucy behind. Technically I can move out now, since I graduated a year early, then a thought pops into my mind. It wouldn't work or would it, no where will we live, but anywhere is better than here... I sneak out of my room, my 'mom' is still downstairs, probably drinking, so I quietly walk to the door directly across from mine my sisters' room. I slowly open the door, she instantly moves her head up
"Yes" she whispers.
"Come on pack up a bag with all your money, some clothing, and some blankets, and whatever else, only pack two bags though Lucy Bucy" I have decided, with me saying that sentence...I have decided... to run away with Lucy, Were getting out of here.