Dark Silences

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A/N: Hey guys :) Hope you like this new story! I'm picturing something really dark but I know you'll love it.

*Alice's POV*

I often wonder if there was any way I could have changed what happened that night. If there was any way I could have calmed Dad down, or stopped the fighting.

That night was the scariest night of my life. Rain beat down like a constant blanket of death smothering all beneath it. There was an occasional strike of thunder: A low, threatening growl that warned all in the area that if pushed, that it would angrily hurl down a frazzling beam of electricity.

Although the weather was ominous, what caused my body to shut down was the ear piercing screams that haunted me. "You fucking waste of space! You lazy slag! I don't fucking need you... No one wants you here, not even your own daughter loves you!" Dad yelled from the kitchen.

I was crouched behind the sofa in the living room, sitting amongst the dust and dirt on the freezing wooden floor. Shivering, I cuddled my knees like a small child clutching a teddy bear. I hate this. I hate everything. "No! Martin... No!" My mother squealed in pain as my Dad punched her. Thunder rumbled outside the window, but as all the glass was broken out of most of the windows so it sounded like there was a storm right there in the house.

To be honest, there was.

I felt my dad loom above me. "Alice." he barked. Flinching, I hugged my knees tighter, desperate for some form of comfort. "Go and fix up your mother. I'm packing our things."

Timidly, I stood up and scurried into the kitchen to see my Mum's body lying limply in a pool of blood. I'd done this a million times, so I was an expert by now. I dressed her wounds and held her tightly until she came round. "It's going to be okay, Mum." I promised.

"No it's not..." she mumbled. "D...Dad's taking me away. Apparently it's a surprise holiday to... to apologize for... Shouting."

"W-what?" I asked.

"He'll pick you up tomorrow, but you'll be okay until then." Mum groaned, standing up and staggering away. When we got into the hall, Dad was standing by the open door with two bags. He thrust them both into my mum's arms. "You'll be okay." Mum whispered as my dad dragged her outside.

I watched them get into the car, feeling the freezing rain tangle itself in my hair and embed itself in my skin. As the car drove away, I shut the door and stumbled into the kitchen. Suddenly, as it often does, my body started falling, and I collapsed in a pool of my mother's blood.

Everything started spinning and I let my eyes roll back into my head. And there I stayed, until the next morning.