I've had enough

Chapter 1

He was not always like this. They used to be so close, with nothing between them. Until he did that. How could he?! She was my own mother! He was my own father!  I couldn't do anything about it but sit back in tears paralyzed hoping I wasn't his next target. Does anyone ever get an earful of my helpless cries? Please, someone help me.

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    "F...F....F ...D-... and even more F's. Melody why is that is that only letter I ever seem to see on these pieces of paper?!" My dad was ranting on about my grades...again. Hey, it is not my fault I am not smart. Well I guess it kind of is.

"I actually got a D- this time." I whimpered quieter than a mouse.

"Shut up! Maybe a smack will knock some sense into that small brain of yours." Once again the "fierce" threat from my father. But the difference between him and most fathers is, he actually means it. My father is not afraid to smack or even punch his kid a couple times a day. Even though I have grown up with it, sometimes it still frightens me to hear him speak those words. Ever since he lost his job when I was five he began his "abusive phase." He didn't even try looking for another job. I guess he was just done with working. There is one tiny problem with that though, my mother does not know.
My father enjoys smashing our stuff and then blaming it on me. Being the gullible person she is, my mother believes him and I always get in trouble. In her eyes he is the ideal little angel. The reasons the bruises were printed on my body is because my dad likes to commence his "phase" when my mother is not around. That man has it too good around here. She works 10 hours a day while he sits at home doing nothing at all. Then when she arrives home she has to clean, cook, and more!
But my dad doesn't harass my sister. No, just me. I am the one who knows everything about him and if I would happen to bring it up around my mother it would end his precious reign as king in our house. Normally fathers have their "favorite daughter", well that is where my sister comes into this little story of ours.

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"You have to do something about this, you can not keep taking this from him! I wish I could get my hands on him!" Rebecca scolded at me. Ever since fourth grade she was my best friend. Well more like sister, go to gal, and boyfriend because I can't actually get one. That's another story for later.
"If I do try to do something and it doesn't work I will just get it worse than I already do. I can barely handle this, anymore would kill me. If not then I will do it myself!" Looking at that sentence you are probably like what is she talking about. I have a severe case of depression and anxiety. It all started in sixth grade. During the last year I have cut more than I can count, be to a therapist every week since May of 2015 (it is currently November 2015), and tried to commit suicide more than a dozen times.
"Fine, if you don't do something about it I will. But trust me it will not be pretty. That cruel man will finally get what he deserves...time in the slammer!"
"NO! Please Rebecca you can't. For the love of mercy do not call the police or child services." I could feel myself shaking.  I haven't had an anxiety attack for a while. Hello anxiety, welcome back.
"Ok, but one more hit and I am calling no matter what you say or do. This must stop. Melody you do not deserve this! Does Jacob even know?!" Jacob is like one of my best friends. We have always been "bro and sis". But for a couple of months we were sort of a thing. Now we as just back to being friends but I have the world's biggest crush on him.
"Um...no." Oh no I knew what was next, Rebecca was going to kill me.
"YOU DIDN'T TELL JACOB? MELODY HE IS GOING TO HAVE YOUR HEAD! WHEN WE GET BACK TO MY HOUSE YOU ARE GOING TO TEXT HIM AND TELL HIM EVERYTHING OK?!"
I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. My eyes could not hold them in anymore. Before I knew it I burst out crying and Rebecca gave me a pitty look. By the way she stared I could feel she knew she just made a mistake yelling at me. "It is a deal. One more hit and you can do whatever you want. I give up." Or do I? All I had to do was make sure she didn't see any more bruises. Wearing long sleeves and long pants would make it too obvious. Rebecca was way too smart for those tricks anymore, though at one time they did work. Yes, I know it is bad to do this behind her back. Everyone knows she is just trying to help. For once I wish my brain would work so I could have a plan.
"Yay! I win. How about we go get a slushy?" Yum! Slushies are my favorite, blue raspberry to be exact.
On our way down we ran into Jacob and Tyler. Tyler is Jacob's little brother. Jacob is 3 years old than me (16), and Tyler is our age (13). Of course Rebecca wanted to invite them. When she gave me the look I nodded.
"You guys wanna come with? We are going to get slushies!" Jacob and Tyler's eyes lit up brighter than a star in the night sky. Then we all looked at each other and laughed. You probably don't know what about. Well let me tell you. Our smart idea was to get ice cold slushies when it was 42 degrees outside in the middle of November! Aren't we just the smartest kids you have ever met? Yet we all decided to go anyway. Strange isn't it? Not for us four. We are the weirdest kids anyone will ever come across.
"Hi Jacob." I looked straight into his eyes then right back at Rebecca. Her and Tyler were gone. Jacob and I noticed they were sprinting down the road leaving him and I alone. Both of them know I like Jacob, and both of them know Jacob doesn't like me back. Wait until I get my hands on them!

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"DAD I'M HOME!" I was about 10 minutes late. I knew what was coming. Dear Lord, please help me.
My father stormed into the room with the paper in his hand. Seeing that indicates he just read the comics. That's a good sign. The comics always made dad happy.
"You are 10 minutes late young lady what do you have to say for yourself?!" Maybe I was wrong, maybe he is mad.
"Well I was out with Rebecca, Tyler, and Jacob. I lost track of time and tried to sprint as fast as I could but didn't make it in time."
"Really? You were hanging out with that "Jacob" kid again? Melody you know I don't like him, why do you keep disobeying me?! I am sick and tired of this. Do you want to get smacked?"
"Dad! That is a stupid reason to hit me. Why don't you hit me for something I actually did wrong. Not just for your pleasure." I tried to mumble it under my breath as soft as I could but it wasn't soft enough. He heard it and now I was in trouble.
"That's it I am going to get my belt and you are done! You hear me DONE!"
"I HATE YOU!" I went as fast as my legs would carry me but it wasn't fast enough. From a distance I could hear his footsteps chasing mine. Then they got closer, and closer, and closer until he was right behind me. I dove for my door like a runner diving for home plate. But I landed short and he got me. Then a sharp pain on my back. Now a blow to my face and blood started to trickle out of my nose. I was out cold.
When I woke up I had an ice pack laid on my eye. My mom was standing by me so was my dad. He told her I had fallen and hit my eye of the door knob. His poor "baby girl" took a beating. Yeah I did, but not from the door knob. I got up with pounding headache. When I got to the mirror I saw my swollen black eye. My dad came in and said he was sorry to see that I was hurt. He patted me on the back then I felt pain. So I decided to lift up my shirt and I saw welts starting to form. He smirked then walked out of the room.
Rebecca came over and she saw my black eye. She told me she was going home to call the police. I told her the story my dad told my mom and she believed it. Even though I felt bad for lying, it saved her from calling the police. Well almost. I was wearing a tanktop and when I turned around she saw the welts. Then in the corner of the room she spotted the belt with blood on it as well as the dried up blood at my nose. This time I had no cover story. She sprinted faster than I have ever seen her before. When I tried to chase her I had to stop or my legs would give out. About five minutes later I heard police sirens shouting. She and I walked back to my house. Finally when we got there we saw the police car in our driveway. Then we walked inside. The only thing I heard was screaming from my dad "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" After that he was taken away.
About a month later my mom bailed him out and he was home. He looked meaner than ever. They began to fight a lot more. One night they both had enough. We were all in the living room.
"You ungrateful pig! How could you hit our daughter?!"
"She is worthless Carrie. No one wants her here but you. She deserves to be beaten for her hideous face. She is a disgrace."
My mom looked at me. Both our eyes were filled with tears. I knew she felt pain for me and I understand why. If my husband said that about my daughter I would be in pain too.
"Leave now!"
"Never!" My dad looked angrier than ever.
"LEAVE YOU ABUSER!" I have never seen my mom so worked up. Her face was bright red and she was crying. Not from sadness but from anger. Anger she had built up. I could tell she was ready to release it. This time on the right person.
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH OR YOU ARE NEXT!" What did he mean by next? Was he going to hurt my mother?
"I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT HER!" I screamed and jumped on his back. He rammed me into the wall but I would not let go. After about him doing it five times I had to let go. I was weak and my limbs couldn't hold on anymore.
"I will come back for you later." My dad whispered to me. I backed against to wall and all I could do now was watch. The tears started streaming down my face. He was getting closer and closer to her. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist in fear. When I opened them he had her pinned against the wall in a strangling position. Unfortunately I knew what was coming next. She didn't though.
"GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS OFF ME!"
"MOM WATCH OUT!" Within seconds it was all over and done with. I just witnessed it all. It was over... He had hit her. The impact to her temple left her dead...

Next part is going to be descriptions about the characters. The characters will be:
Melody
Tyler
Jacob
Rebecca