Make it to me.

Part 10

WARNING: This chapter contains domestic abuse and is in no way okay. If you or someone you know are going through this please contact someone who will help you.

Aubree POV

I walked back home really happy, I had finally been able to talk to Coach for a while and catch up.

He always knew how to make me laugh and I was glad I could count on him.

As soon as I enter my house I hear someone scream, Lucas.

I bolt up the stairs and into his room, my dad is standing in front of him with a belt in his hand while Lukie hides behind the chair of his desk.

"Hey! What's going on?!"

"Your little brother here doesn't understand his homework, I've been trying over and over again to explain it but he's not getting it."

"And you think he's going to understand if you hit him?! He's only nine! Leave him alone!"

My dad finally turns to face me and I know what's going to happen next.

"Get out Aubree! Do not question my parenting skills, leave before you piss me off too!"

I look between my father and Lucas and mentally prepare myself for what will happen next.

"No I'm not getting out, leave him alone."

He ignores me and heads for Lukie again

"Get right here this instant Lucas Caiden  Andrews!"

He starts stepping towards him and Lukie starts crying louder.

I go up to him and try to shove him away, he turns to me and slaps me causing me to fall on the floor.

I get up and try to stop him again not even caring about the sting on my cheek, I won't allow him to beat him.

My dad turns to look at me and raises his arm once again, he lifts the belt and I feel it against my arm screaming out in pain.

I hear luke yelling

"No stop it daddy! Leave her alone!"

It breaks my heart

"It's okay Lukie just stay over there"

"Your sister is hurt because of your fault Lucas! See what you caused"

He heads towards him again and grabs ahold of his shoulders shaking him, it infuriates me.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE DAD!"

He lets go of Lucas before turning to look at me on the floor crying and rubbing my arm, he starts heading for me again.

He grabs the front of my shirt and forces me up by pulling it, he gets a good look at the logo and as soon as he does, he lets go.

The second he does Lukie runs towards me and buries his head in my cheek bawling his eyes out.

Dad looks at us both and lowers his head before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

"Bree I'm so sorry please please don't be mad at me! It was all my fault! I couldn't understand my math problems and I asked him to help!"

He sobbed in my ear and I held on to him

"No Lukie, it's not your fault don't worry about it buddy. None of this is your fault, it's his okay?"
Lucas nods his head and continues crying.

I hear someone approaching the door and hold on to him tighter, my mom stands in the doorway, he stands up and runs to her.

I see her shed a few tears and run her hands through his curls, I look away.

"I don't know why you're crying mom it's not like you're going to do anything to stop it"

I see my mom sighing and rubbing Lukies back

"Don't even start with me Aubree it's not the time."

I get up, walk out of Luke's room, walk into mine and slam the door as loudly as I can.

I collapse onto my bed, reach under it for the t shirt and sob into it.

I lay my head down against the pillow, hold it to my mouth and scream into it.

Right when I thought my day was getting better this bull shit happens.

I don't know how much more I can take, its getting really bad again.

Matthews death affected me in the most negative way, it was unbearable pain and I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it.

He was my best friend, he taught me everything I knew about football and how to kick anyone's ass.

Matt was the big brother anyone would be lucky enough to have and he had been taken away from me, abruptly and unfairly.

Lucas and him looked so much alike, they had both gotten moms blonde curls and green eyes.

Lukie looked like a miniature Matt.

I had moms green eyes but dads brunette hair.

As a little girl I loved looking like my dad, he was my world back then.

While years passed I learned more and more about him, he scared me.

I hated it, I couldn't stand knowing that I looked like the man who had brought so much pain to me.

Although dad could be scary I knew that I would be okay because Matt would always protect me when his temper threatened to bring any harm.

I missed him so much, the t shirt I'd always hold on to while I cried was his.

On Matts sophomore year of college his football team won the County Championship and he was nominated MVP player.

The shirt had his first, middle and last name in the back along with his number and the school logo.

Coach Hamm had lifted him up in a hug and handed it to him.

I still remember how he came up to us at the bleachers after the game and held it up to me, insisting I pull it over my head.

"That's for being my biggest supporter, thanks sis"

He kissed my forehead, high fived Lukie, kissed mom on the cheek, hugged dad and then he ran back to the field joining the rest of the team to celebrate.

He looked so happy and careless, young and full of life.

He was taken away from us only a few months later and after that, everything slowly began to fall apart around me.