Fallen (Austin Mahone Short Story)

Chapter 6: Me

~ Alexandra ~

I jogged through the woods back to my shanty house. I jumped over small trenches, pulling myself over fallen trees, eventually reaching the clearing where the path to my backyard was. I huffed. I went to the woods everyday to escape, met a pretty cool guy, only to return to this prison. I gazed around the side of the yard, checking for my dad's car but it wasn't there, which meant I had a few hours to myself.

I tiptoed through my house. I always got an unfamiliar feeling when I did, its not the house I had been used to seeing since I was little. I always found myself staring at everything in the house, the floors, the walls, the furniture. Nothing was the same as before, my dad changed everything after she died. He couldn't handle looking at things that reminded him of her, so he got rid of it. Even the stuff that she gave me. I hid a lot of the stuff but my dad, being the drunk tyrant he is, snooped around and found the majority of it and burned it in the backyard. He was the warden and I was the inmate, I was the only child left.

The house was always eerily quiet, I could always hear the air rushing through and every little squeak traveled through like a soundwave. I turned down the long, dark corridor that lead to my bedroom. It was extremely dark, even in the daytime. It was dreary, my house I mean, like it knew everything that was going on. It had its own eyes, watching the awful things that took place here, staring me down, pitying me for a life no one knew about. I twisted the knob, forcing my weakening door open, being stubborn, sliding into a low groan. I closed it as i walked inside, the squealing piercing my ears and shooting through my teeth. I laid on my bed next to my guitar, hugging it near my body. The smell reminded me of her, the way she'd smile when I told a bad joke or the way she'd know all the right words to say when I was feeling down on myself. When I played, it reminded me of how she once did when I was little and would watch her sit in the windowsill, watching the rain, strumming perfect chords, chords she taught me when she caught me staring. She was the light of my life, now I barely have a picture to remember her. I sat up, folding my legs and slouching over my guitar. My fingers grazed seemlessly over the strings. I felt at ease, at peace, no worries. I started to hum one of my many favorite songs.

"Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty. Yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true. Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen. Close your eyes... Listen to my voice, it's my disguise. I'm by your side..."

I smiled, stopping my playing. I always thought that was a cute song, it was always kind of folky and different. I loved it so much, probably because it was the first song I learned to play on guitar, the first song my mom taught me. I never got sad thinking about it, it helped me relax. Until I looked up and saw him standing there. His arms crossed, glowering eyes. He leaned against my doorframe, staring at me. I immediately broke eye contact, wrapping my arms around my guitar, clenching it tight to my body.

"Now when I asked you if you got rid of that, you said you sold it." He slurred his speech, the question seething through his teeth. I squeezed the neck of my guitar, "Why did you lie to me?"

I was silent, a lump formed in my throat. I never heard him coming in the door, no squeals, no footsteps, nothing. I knew what he would do if he saw me with it. He licked his teeth with a closed mouth, walking over to me. I refused to make eye contact with him as him lumbered over to my bed. He plopped his body down right in front of me. He wiped his mouth. I just hoped he wouldn't do this to me.

He closed his fists, his arm muscles flexing. I started to tremble, my palms getting sweaty and my eyes beginning to sting. I swallowed hard, my face got warm. He stared out into the front yard through my window, then back at me, silence passing between us, "Give it to me."

I sniffled, I couldn't just hand this up. I shook my head, letting my dark hair fall in front of my face. He demanded it again, I cried, "But mom gav---"

He clamped his huge, rough hand onto my face, squeezing my jaws and covering my mouth and nose. He pushed me up against my headboard. I whimpered and shut my eyes tightly, he screamed, "Don't fucking say it! I told you to get rid of it!" He ripped the guitar from my hands, it slipped right through my fingers because of the sweat. He pushed on my face, nearly suffocating me. I couldn't breathe, "Since you couldn't do it, I will."

He staggered over to my door, bashing my guitar against evey solid surface, slamming my door behind him. My chest heaved from lack of oxygen, letting myself up. I ran to my door, locking it, running over to the corner of my room beside my desk and curling into a ball on the floor. I hugged my knees, crying. I cringed at every destructive blow being done to my guitar, feeling every hit, but I didn't make a sound, it hurt too much. He grunted with every piece that broke off. I was hyperventilating, shaking in my corner, listening to my heart being shattered. An overwhelming feeling coming over. I fished my secret phone he didn't know about from behind desk, my trembling hands dialing the only number of who understood.

"Hello?" She picked up, I felt a twinge of relief wash over me, "Sissy, are you okay?"

I shook my head like she could see, just taking deep breaths. I could barely muster up any words. My hands traveled to the back of my head, rubbing where it had been thrown against a sturdy piece of wood, blood covering my fingers. I whelped, in tears, "I just.. I didn't know.. And he broke it... Kinsey, my head's bleeding..."

"I'm coming, sweetie, I'm on my way!" She spoke in a calm tone, hearing my anxiety through the phone, "Breathe, okay? Calm down, I'll be there in a few hours. I'm leaving now."

I nodded my head as she continued to mutter indirect slurs at my dad, calling him a fucking prick and she'll kill him. I hated that she was away, it got worse after she left. I needed her. Tears fell down my cheek as I tried to calm myself. I hung up and stashed away my phone. I rested my head in my knees, passing out from the stress.

I dreamed about that boy while I was out. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, everything. Maybe he could help me get through this downhill life I had to live. Maybe he could save me. Or maybe I was crazy to think that a guy like that would want me in the first place... All I know is, I was looking forward to seeing him again.

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A/N: I'm sorry this update took so long, I just wanted to change it a little bit. I think this chapter is bad and that I need to edit it more because its bleh. Comment what you think please? Vote if you like it? Share? Thanks for reading though!(: