Coming Into Being

Coming Into Being -16

Jenevie's P.O.V

I walked inside and greeted my mother she didn't answer. I shrug what could possibly be her problem ? I walked upstairs took a shower and played a game on my phone. I heard the slamming of the door and I jumped.I then heard the crashing of glass and a sudden loud shriek. I got up to rush downstairs but I stopped. It's probably the door slamming made the dish fell. I walked back towards the bed but didn't make it when he shouted my name.

"Jenevie.!!" He shouts.  I groaned and walked slowly down the stairs. I walked to the kitchen and first thing I saw was blood. I gollwed the blood and it led to my father's hand.

"What happened?" I asks my mother specifically.

"He slammed the door,I was frightened and  the dish fell and he went to pick it up and hurt himself." She states. Some gang leader he is. He held his hand over the sink while it bleeds out. I was attentively at how the blood drips like rain drops running down a window. I could see where it gushed out from and then drips.

His blood was really red,red as a plum.I couldn't move me eyes away and I'm wondering if he's not going to try to stop the bleeding? And how come that simple cut is bleeding much? Was it that deep?

"Don't just stand there Jenevie.!"He screeched pulling me from my thoughts.I looked into his eyes and searched it for anything but as usual its blank.

"Then what'd you like me to do? You want me to come over there and lick it?" I asked and I never seen my father walked that fast before. He grabbed my thoart forcing my head upwards and slightly bent back. He looked furious and I smirk.

"Listen to me Jenevie. This is the last time you'd speak to me in that matter." He stated and it sounded like a promise and he tightened his grip. I seriously could fight him off if I wanted to,but I wanted to get on his nerves.

"Should I be scared?" I gasped out in question and his face looked so hard I swore his jaw bone would snap any minute. He stared in my eyes and release me. I adjusted my clothes and looked over at my mother. Her face looked sad.

She's doesn't even looked shocked at the fact that her husband was choking her daughter. I bet he had done this before...

"Tonight is the last of this." My father says furiously and started up the stairs.

"Hey dad. Going to get your ketamine?" I asked and he stopped. His body was frozen. Caught. 

"What?" He asks and I sat down placing his gun on my lap.My feet were getting tired. My mother however now had a shock expression.

"Ketamine. You know that drug you went to get earlier today." I stated and he turn to look at me while I twirl his weapon in my hand.

"You followed me?" He asks.

"No I had a vision." I retorted sarcastically. My god. Though that would be cool to have a vision.

"Anyway father since you're this speechless how bout you go and get you're ketamine and come back." I ordered and his hand that us still bleeding was dripping onto his shoes.

"Why would I get the ketamine?" He asks. 

"Stop asking questions you already know the answers to."

"I'm going to get my cut dressed" he states.

"Ketamine is a medication mainly used for starting and maintaining anesthesia. It induces a trance-like state while providing pain relief, sedation, and most importantly memory loss." I emphasized in the word memory loss and aonethr flashed through his eyes.