Chapter 7 The Hero

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I didnt bother to open the door, I didnt trust him.

"What do you want Leon?" I said looking out the window.

"Let me in." he said rolling his eyes.

"What do you want! Im not going to let you in." I said shaking my head.

"I dont got time for your games girl. Now you can open the door. Or I break it down." He said, I didnt want to have to pay for a new door, but hospital bills are alot more expensive these days. I ran into the kitchen grabbing my phone and dialing Ricky's number into he phone.

"Get over here." I said, I hung up the phone then went and got a knife from the kitchen, I wasnt going to let him walking in my home an try to attack me without catching a couple cuts. I hid it in my sweat pants, and opened the door.

"What do you want?" I said backing up quickly when he walked in and locked the door.

"I came here, because your mother is in the hospital." He said putting his head down, I wasnt suprised she would have ended up there anyway. Either by his hands, or by the darn needles she sticks into herself.

"What happened?" I said.

"OD" He said.

"Of course, not all that suprising she a pothead." I said turning around, to walk away like he would leave by himself but that wasnt it. I left him grab my hair and snatch me to the ground a large thump was heard when I hit my back on the hardwood. I screamed in pain, he jerked me up the stairs I started kicking and screaming but that wasnt enough. He through me on the guestroom bed, he took his belt off to many flashbacks came at me to fast when I seen that long, black, leather belt the pain it brought me. I felt the slap of it against my skin and scream, the more and more I scream the harder he hit me.

"Dont. You. Ever. Say. That . About. You. Moth..." he'd stopped lashing me with a belt, I looked up from the balled position i was in. I looked at the black figure that had tackled my father, and beat him. My father layed there in pain, I didnt feel any sympathy for him. He deserved everything he got, my years of pay back began now. I looked at the figure, kick, and punch at him. My father layed there motionless from the beating, the man carreid him downstairs. I heard the front door, close but footstep followed short after. I looked up the figure standing over me.

"ricky..." I snapped on he light...it wasnt Ricky...

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