Abusive Parents

They're back

I walked home silently, looking down at the ground focussing on the black rough tarmac as I did every day before I met them again. I kept telling myself I was lucky, unlike Tommy who was constantly with them. Poor Tommy. They killed my brother... He was only 4 years old. I tried to protect him the best I could but they beat me for not going to school.

I remember seeing him lying there... In a pool of blood, and yet i couldn't help but notice how at peace he seemed, finally, a way out of the abuse we both knew only too well.

Opening the door, I could hear them arguing, thankful for the distraction i tried to slip upstairs without them knowing.

I walked up the stairs slowly, so as to not make any noise, until a creak sounded as I went onto the 13th stair, I should've remembered we had a loose stair from when...

"Kylie! Come here you dumb b*tch!" I heard the deafening scream of my mother, turning my face whiter than a sheet of newly made paper.

"What's taking that little sh*t so long?" Shouted my dad angrily, waking me up from my trance as I quickly walked towards my father.

Upon seeing me, they snarled, a monstrous thing to look upon since they were towering above me also.

It was then i noticed my father was holding my exam sheet. I gulped aware of what would happen next. Taking a step back I was ready to run, and take shelter somewhere. But then why would i run? When i have nowhere to hide...

Looking upon my father's menacing smile, I closed my eyes.

"So... You failed one of your classes. I thought you were clever Kylie! Remember when you told us you were going to run away when you were 18, and get a good job since there was no one holding you back? Well well, seems you'll be stuck with us forever!" She hissed evilly.

"I.."

"I what Kylie? You made me feel like we were doing you wrong, when we weren't!" Shouted my father reaching behind to get his favourite knife.

I scoffed knowing that was a lie. But why did they have to lie? No one was here with us.

My mother slapped my face a stinging pain forming where skin contact was made. I turned to her, my eyes glossing with tears.

"Oh.. The crocodile tears" She laughed as she crumpled the piece of paper and got her own weapon. It was then I asked for them to stop.

"Please, mum, dad, stop... I won't do anything wrong, please, don't please..." I broke down sobbing, but they didn't listen, and pushed me down onto the chair. My father holding me in place as he passed her his knife.

She pulled up my arm sleeve making me wriggle in fear. I begged and begged for her to have mercy but it was as if she didn't even care.

I started seeing images of Tommy again, laying there one single tear in his eye.

I felt a piercing feeling in the upper part of my arm making me shriek as i felt the skin tear, blood sticking to my clothes. She dug into my arm with the knife making me scream in pain. Twisting I felt a pain I had never felt before, making my whole body lurch forward. The knife left my body, and my father let his steely lock go.

I was free to go. Standing up i felt lightheaded from the loss of blood and walked a step before I came crashing down onto the floor. My father pulled his leg away laughing to my mother how clever he was. My face hit the floor the pain in my head increasing into a thumping pain. Using my other hand to pull myself up I held the walls in an effort to steady myself, as I entered my box room.

My new top was a bloody and so I made a mental note to try and get some more shifts at the mini-mart to pay for a new one.

Looking into the mirror before me i gasped. I saw a girl with bruises all over her face a red hand mark on the left side of her cheek. One single tear left her eye, and it trailed down her face dripping onto the floor.

It was then I saw my arm, it looked almost like a heart, some flesh had been taken out so it would be engraved on my body forever. Not that that mattered anymore, I would always remember despite that.

Realising I had left a massive trail of blood I went to the bathroom cleaning myself up. When they were home i was subject to violence, when they weren't all i had were my nightmares for company.

After bandaging myself up i ripped my sticky clothes off washing my body before wearing my nightwear, and closing my eyes, praying a silent prayer to god.