Overcoming My Father

Chapter 13

I sat on the deck for awhile before going in. I realized, I hadn't seen my mom in a few days. Did he.. Hurt her? No, he wouldn't. Right? I walked in the house, feeling a rage build inside me. "Where's mom?" I asked him, trying to keep my pitch normal, I did not want to star another fight. "She's staying with a friend, she needed to take a few days away." He spoke in a robotic tone. "Which friend?" "She didn't tell me." Clearly a lie. "Whatever, dad." I snapped an stormed off into my room. Making sure to slam my door extra hard, just to make him mad. But i was the angry one. I was the one fighting a rage so intense I could've murdered him right there. Watching that bastard die, would be wonderful. Of course I wouldn't, I have to find a way to bury this anger. But what? I was not cutting tonight. Draw maybe? Not that I was an artist or anything, but drawing is a good way to get emotions out? Right? It's worth a shot.

I got out my pencils and paper. I scraped the pencil along the paper hard and fast. I kept doing that, ripping holes through the paper. I threw everything off my desk and starting crying. I threw my desk, my chair, anything in sight. I fell to the ground, sobbing my eyes out. I wasn't angry anymore, I was completely in pain. Shattered into a million pieces, just fighting the deep agony I felt. I must've fallen asleep because I woke up to my alarm. Sighing I got up, ignoring the mess my room was now. I did my ritual without emotion today. Completely dead on the inside. Today, was going to suck.

"Hey a, how was your date?" Tay asked me at my locker. "Fine." She stared at me, with a concerned look. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" She asked all concerned. "You know what Taylor. I'm not okay. I've never been okay! What happened? My life happened! I'm so damn sick of this! I'm not okay. Gosh, you know what? I'm done with this crap! Leave me alone, just leave me alone!" I screamed at her and ran towards the doors. I heard footsteps behind me and I just ran faster. Letting the pain carry my feet. I ran for ten minute straight before the pain consumed me, and I fell to my knees. I was sobbing so hard, it felt like the ground beneath me was shaking. "Area, come here."chad said, I knew it was him just by the voice. "I can't.. It hurts to much chad.. I can't." I replied. He picked me up and carried me to his truck. I didn't object. i was in too much pain to care what was happening. He took me to his house, laid me on the couch and covered me with a blanket. I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me. "No don't say anything, just sleep." I nodded and shut my eyes. He stayed with me until I fell asleep, and until I woke up. I felt safe with him, and had the best sleep I've ever had. No amount of sleep could help me with the next decision I made. Nothing could prepare for the journey ahead of me.