Burned Intentions

Flash Backs

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Guys the italics in this chapter is flashbacks/dreams. ✌

SKYLAR'S POV

I can't blame him, you know. All of us go through the stage of falling for William's tricks. I just hate that Jaydon has to go through this and mom isn't here to protect him. It's not like I can stop him, he already thinks I'm lying. I feel so hopeless, like I'm in an ocean trying to get back up and gasp for air, but it keeps swallowing me further and further into it's beauty of blue and I can't help but give in to it's power. After all this time, I'm still crying, his words running through my mind, the lies William has fed him, the way he looked at me, like my presence was revolting. I'm crying for the death of my mother, a person who I'll never hear the laugh of or see smiling or hugging me and telling me everything will be just fine. None of it, just empty voids of what used to be. I'm crying because of the brokenness of my family, from the strength of it there is nothing but a fragmented silhouette. Nothing but a dark shadow, one may never see the light again. I'm crying because I just feel the need to grieve and mourn all that has been lost. That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt. Depressing I know, but life never said it would be fair to the ones living it.

Skylar go to your room! My dad growled at me.

No, I won't let you hurt mom! She did nothing wrong. You guys need to stop fighting!

Skylar!

He grabbed me by my throat and pushes me against the wall. I'm gasping for air, trying to get my father away from me, kicking and trying to scream, but the air is slowly creeping out of me.

Why do you always have to get involved, huh!? Can't you mind your damn business! His mouth reeked of alcohol, he's been drinking again.

William, let the child go! You're fighting with me, not her. My mom shouts in the background, but my vision is blurring out. Blotches of darkness blurring my vision.

No Caelius, she wanted to get involved so let's involve her. He said constantly kicking me in my stomach. How does it feel Skylar, to be involved huh! YOU THINK I ENJOY THIS!!!

All I could do is take in all that he is doing. Cry and take the pain, as usual. He'd go out, drink himself out of his mind and come home and fight with mom. But ever since that one night I got in the way he'd beat me. Atleast I do gym so my bruises can be explained away.

William, please stop! My mom starts sobbing, trying to pull him off me, but he keeps pushing her off.

I hope this is the last time we have this conversation! he tossed me to the side, blinded. I stumbled backwards, last thing I felt was the impact to my head against something terribly hard, a strong pain originated from the point of impact. Unconsciousness welcomed me with open arms.

Skylie wake up!

Who is this shaking me! I tried to fight back and the person grabs my arms. My eyes flutter open and before me stands Aunt Claire.

Aunt Claire, what are you doing here. I look at the time, it's like two a.m, I have school in a few hours.

You were screaming, so I came upstairs and it looked like you were fighting against something.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I had a nightmare. I whisper.

Ok, go back to sleep, I'll lay here with you til you fall asleep.

Thanks Auntie.

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I don't think I've ever been this tired to be going back to school. Even the shower didn't wake me up, it just made me more sleepy than I already was. I'm standing here, looking in the mirror and I see what Ana is talking about. I have circles under my brown eyes, my hair looks like my mom's just more like a tornado has struck. I just pull it in a bun and stalk off to the kitchen. My dream still haunting my thoughts, I've never had flashbacks this vivid since my dad left and now, I don't know. I think Jay staying with him just scares me. What scares me more is the fact that what if William does the same thing to him. I wonder what mother would do if she was here. I just realised, I look more like mom, than dad. I had her hair, her eyes, pinkish lips, I'm just a little disadvantaged on the length.

Skylie are you ready? We have to go other wise we'll be late.

Yeah, let's go.

It's so weird that Jaydon isn't in the back of the car complaining about school and how it sucks to go back. How mom always laughed at him and his complaining.
The drive to school is long and my mind drifts off, falling into the captivating sleep.

Skylar are you ok? Mom opens my room to check on me.

Yeah, my head just hurts.

She comes in with a tray of food and sets it by my bedside.

You should eat. She says kissing my forehead and leaves my room.

I stand up and look at the food. The smell nauseating me, I can't find it in me to eat. I go to the bathroom and wash my face. I look at myself in the mirror and atleast he didn't hit me in my face this time. I go back to my room and decide to eat later. I take the tray downstairs and put it in the fridge. I close the fridge door to find dad standing in the doorway.

So what, now your mother's food isn't good enough.

I glance at his hand to find one of his scotch bottles.

No, it's not that. I'll eat later. I'm just tired and my body hurts.

He steps closer to me to me and smashes the bottle against the wall.

Are you saying that's my fault! His voice booms through the kitchen.

I flinch and step back.

No, not at all. I stretch my arms out infront of me.

It damn well didn't sound like it! You know what! I need to teach you a lesson! One you'll never forget.

He steps forward and grabs my hair and drags me upstairs. I'm screaming and thrashing but it does nothing. I hit my head multiple times as he pulls me up the stairs by my hair. Mom steps out of the room.

William, what are you doing! Let her go!

She steps in his way and he back hands her and she stumbles back and hits her head.
He opens my door and pushes me ontop of the bed and I hit my head against the wall. I'm fighting to stay awake as I feel the blood dripping down my head. He starts unbuckling his pants and pushes them down his legs. He grabs my legs and pulls me to him.

Now I'll teach you to stop being disrespectful!

I get jerked awake by the car stopping infront of a red light.

Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up, the car infront of me just stopped. Aunt Claire says.

It's ok. I mutter.

I rub away the dream and tears from my eyes as we enter the drive way to the school.