Once Upon a Road Trip (Jack Harries Fanfiction)

Part Twelve

            “Who was that?”

          I jumped when I heard her voice and dropped my phone. I spun around and saw Satan leaning against the doorframe. “No one,” I forced a smiled.

          “Who was it?” she repeated, taking a step towards me.

          I stood up. “Just some bloke with the wrong number, no one important.”

          “Who did you call, Amelia?” she demanded. The kettle whistled and Satan glared at it. “Shut that fucking thing up,” she muttered. She tugged it off the heat but didn’t let go. “Where’s my scotch?”

          “I don’t have any,” I whimpered. Satan stepped towards me. I cowered away.

          “What was that?” she whispered.

          I stifled a sob. “I don’t have any.”

          “Who did you call?” she hissed.

          “I didn’t call anyone!”

          “LIAR,” she yelled. And that’s when it happened.

          Satan threw the boiling hot water from the kettle down my torso. I shrieked louder than I ever thought possible and sank to my knees. A sob tore its way out of my chest as I clutched at my body. I pulled the fabric of my t-shirt away from my skin and found ugly, red welts beginning to form on my skin. Satan grabbed a handful of my hair in her fist and pulled me to my feet.

          “Don’t lie, Amelia,” she sneered, yanking my hair.

          I was in too much pain to cry. Satan had pulled several strands of hair out by the roots and the hot water was still searing my skin. My shoulders shook and I wanted to die.

          “I’m sorry,” I whimpered, though I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

          “‘Sorry’ won’t bring you dad back!” she pinched my arm, hard enough to draw blood.

          “Let go of her!”

          Jack was standing in the kitchen doorway.

          “Piss off,” Satan slurred. “This is none of your concern.”

          “Oh yes it is,” he glared. His eyes were dark, filled with uninterrupted rage. “Let her go.”

          “You listen here, you twink—”

          “No, you listen. You’re going to let Amy go, you’re going to leave this house and you aren’t going to bother her or Ellie ever again, understand? You’re going to walk out of their lives, and if you don’t, you will regret it,” his voice was intimidating. He stared at Satan with more hatred than I thought possible.

          “You don’t scare me,” Satan threw me to the ground. I yelped, though I was thankful she had let go of my hair. My burning torso was throbbing and I could feel the welts tighten.

          “I didn’t expect to,” he said. “But, I have the police on speed dial and if you don’t leave in the next thirty seconds, I’ll call them.”

          “No,” I barely whispered.

          Satan laughed, but there was no humour in it. “This is my family, not yours.”

          “Family doesn’t treat each other the way you treat your daughters. You don’t deserve to call them family,” he spit.

          Satan narrowed her eyes, glaring at him, but she left. I would have smiled, but the pain from the burn was too much.