Just A Joke

Chapter One

Alex P.O.V
    

10 Years Later

"Come down here you bitch," my wonderful father Keith screams from downstairs.

I groaned getting up from my bed hurting, but knowing if I don't hurry, my punishment will be worse. I limped down the stairs to see Keith on the couch with an empty beer bottle in his left hand, with blood covering his right. He must've got into another fight at the bar. I don't call him dad anymore after what he's done. A week after that accident he started to go to bars every night leaving me and Dylan home coming back drunk. Once I turned 13 he started to take his anger on moms death on me, beating and raping me. Dylan also became older and started to hurt him too but I told dad to hurt me instead so I sometimes take Dylan's beatings. Me and him didn't real talk after that accident. We didn't become distant but I think it just traumatized us. He'll come over to my room and we'll just sit there cuddling on my bed enjoy each other's presences. Four a fourteen year old he's really tall and fit for his age. Dad doesn't real bother for him since he isn't around a lot, he's usually at a friends house. Which I don't mind, at least he could make friends.

Keith looks around the room and we made eye contact. He gets up and caresses my face.

"So beautiful, just like your mother," I feel a sharp pain on my face," but she left me with you!" He punches me in the face making me fall and I grab my nose. He jumps on my torso and starts to punch everywhere on my face. I feel bruises forming, but I don't stop him. I deserve it. I feel weight come off my stomach, Keith gets up and starts to kick my sides. He's yelling but I'm not listening. I feel pain and I embrace it. He walks away going to the kitchen. I'm laid there with cuts and bruises all over my body. Tears in my eyes but a smile on my face.

My name is Alex and this is my life or as people say it, just a joke.