Moodless

Wrong

I never thought ignoring my Boyfriend would be that hard. For  a whole week he would be outside my window saying my name. A couple times apologizing for no reason. I ignored him because i wasn't ready at the time to tell him my father was a murderer and that i was going crazy. I truly thought that i could cure my brother and father.

I scrubbed the carpets with bleach to remove the blood. It wasn't like my mother didn't spend every second of everyday, cleaning. so the carpets were pure white. once i was done i decided to eat breakfast with my father. Walking to the kitchen was like a hike for my still sore body. Every bruise and cut decide to ache and throb. I walked into the kitchen with a smile nonetheless.   "good morning" i said picking up a cup off the counter for some coffee. When i reached for the coffee maker, it was empty. Mother was the one who made the coffee. I  sat down the cup. My father sat at the table reading a hunting magizine.   "why are you up Layla?" His voice went damanding.  I thought for a moment.  " I thought maybe we could talk?"   he shot his eyes from the paper to me.  " talk about what??" Still a tone of anger folowed through his words.    i smiled and took two steps closer, But as i did he stood up.  " if this is about your mother then wipe that God damn smile off your face because It was your fault!" he wrapped his hands around my neck and picked me off my feet. " You killed her Layla Not me!"  I managed to get my words out somehow.   " Dad stop----" He squeezed and cut off my sentence. he finally dropped me from his grasp. I fell Smashing my hip to the floor, but i did not cry. I stood back up and slid a knife from the counter.  "stay the hell away from me!"  I held the blade up and trembled.  " Layla Put down the knife!" He advanced towards me but i swung the blade. He backed away.   " I didn't Kill my mother! You did!" my hands shook but my back stayed straight and i stood tall.  My father ran at me, smacking the knife from my hand. he grabbed my arm and my feet went out from under me. He dragged me behind him and up the stairs. He flung me into my room, making sure to smash my head into my back bed frame. " pull a knife on me again you stupid bitch and i'll Kill you too!" He slammed my door and locked it.

He kept me in my room all day. My stomach turned from hunger and having to use the bathroom. Then finally, Trenton Returned. I opened my window and he climbed in holding a rose.  " Layla Please for the love of god talk to me."  his eye was bruised and lip busted.    " you talk to me what happened!" i said grabbing his hand but instead he got down on his knees and began to cry.  " i though i lost you!" He hugged my lower back his head resting on my stomach as he bawled. The rose dropped to the floor and he held me tighter.  " what do you mean lost me?"   He kept bawling but between breathes he managed to speak. " You wouldn't answer me....you wouldn't see me....i thought he had killed you." he stood back up and kissed me a million times, picking me up and spinning me.  " Trenton calm down, im right here" i said as he put me down.   " now tell me what happened" i said glancing at his bruises.  He looked down and picked up the rose. he slid it into my hand.  " what do you expect from living with two angrys?"

I slipped the rose into a cup of water. Trenton left and  returned home. I had to think things through. I was an idiot. My Father was never gonna change. i was stuck here until i died or until he finally killed me.