Broken

Chapter 4

DRAMA ALERT

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It was 8:30 pm now and Drew still wasn't home, which was weird and i was terrified, not for Drew he was probably fine.... but at 9:00 my dad would come home drunk and without Drew im not okay and my mom is not okay. We weren't safe.

It all started when my grandma pass, my father went crazy. he didn't know how to cope so he started drinking, and hitting. My mom was first then it was me that he took his anger out on. The abuse all stopped when Drew moved in. Drew never let him touch us and Drew knew what would happen if he weren't here.

I sat in my bed starring at the clock watching each minute go by waiting for Drew. He never came though.. I locked my bedroom door and sat in the back corner of my room behind my bed, something that used to be a routine of mine. Waiting was the worst part, waiting made me think of the past, every hit, every bruise, every tear i shed for that man i used to call my dad. The truth is i couldn't recognize my father, he was a stranger he was hollow like me, only I still had one thing he didn't which was compassion and fear.

The clock on my wall struck 9:00 and just on the dot my father opened the front door and tumbled into what once was our safe haven, our home. I heard him moving around downstairs, then his boots stomping on the first step of the staircase. Slowly he climbed up the stairs my heart beating faster, my breathes becoming shorter. He stopped in-front of Drew's room for what seemed like forever.

"So the little hero didn't feel like saving the day did he?" My father slurred. "But where is everyone? Its awfully quiet...Oh Sammy come out here and see your ole man."

tears stung my eyes streaming down my cheeks as i scrunched further into the corner trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. My fathers firsts banged against the door, harder and harder, the hinges crying weakly about to give away. I wanted to die, i couldn't deal with the fear anymore. I had nothing left anyways, Drew isn't here and I'm alone.

"GRACE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! OPEN IT!" He started getting crazier yelling curses banging harder on the door. His voice echoed through my body.

"Leave her alone.. Tom please!" I heard a quiet shakey voice plead. i recognized as my mother.

"Come here." I heard a hit and crash. my mothers crying. I was done with hiding.

I took my baseball bat from under my bed that Drew had bought me a couple months ago. I swung my door open. My mother was on the ground blood dripping from lip. Tom standing over her his back to me.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled pulling the bat back behind my head and swinging with as much force i could muster hitting him on the back. Tom turned around unfazed with blood shot eyes and grabbed the bat from my hands. 

"You'll pay for that you little bitch!" he spat holding the bat ready to swing. My legs clasped from under me. I held my arms over my head squeezing my eyes shut waiting for the pain and looking forward to the darkness that would come afterwards but nothing came. 

I looked up and saw my dad lying next to me on the ground my mother standing over him with a pan held above her head. She dropped to her knee's and held me in her arms rocking me back and forth whispering soothing words to me and i sobbed in her arms.

"Go to bed mom lock your door okay.. don't open it no matter what, I'm going to do the same." I kissed her on the cheek and went in my room. no on knew about my dad besides Drew and my mom. Fay doesn't even know. I sat in my bathroom that was attached to my room sobbing looking at the grip marks bruising on my wrists and a huge cut on my knee.

I don't know why I'm crying i should be used to this. crying is for the weak and that's what i was weak, forlorn, broken.

A couple hours later i still sat in my bathroom my arms around my knees silently crying when i heard Drew coming home. I heard a light knocking on my door, I slowly walked into my room starring at my door.

"Sammy baby open the door please.. I'm sorry. are you okay?" anger. all i could feel was anger boiling within me. I stomped across my room swinging my door open. Drew must of dragged Tom to the couch because he wasn't in the hallway.

Drew was standing in front of me with a guilty look on his face.

you should be guilty you stupid ass

"Am I okay?! AM I OKAY?! do i look okay Drew? You were supposed to be here! you promised you would protect me! I'm done hurting drew, i don't want to anymore i don't want to feel anymore." I confessed tears once again running down my face.

"Sam what are you saying?" He said stepping closer.

"I don't want to live anymore Drew." I whispered, Drew engulfed me in a much need hug. "Don't talk like that, I'm sorry Sam i fell asleep at Dave's house and I drove over right when I woke up I'm so so so so so sorry."He pleaded looking down in my eyes. He was sincere i could see it right in his brown eyes he truly was sorry.

"I forgive you." I murmured in his shirt."Will you stay with me tonight?" I asked as he wiped my tears from my face.

"sure Sammy get in bed I'm going to change ill be right back okay?" he whispered in my hair" okay." Drew used to sleep in my room on the really bad nights. like i said before, drew is like my brother so he was just there for protection and when i had my nightmares.

as long as Drew was here i had something to live for and that was for us to get the hell out of here.

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