Rotting Graves

Chapter One: Phae's Point of View

                    June, 12, 2008

"Mom!! I can't keep living like this! I can't keep watching him hurt you!" I said to my mom as I paced around the dirty bedroom.
"Phae calm down. It's okay. Your father just gets a little angry sometimes. He does a lot for us." My mom said to me as she stood up and began making her queen sized bed.
"By doing a lot for us do you mean giving us bruises? And hurting us?!" I raised my voice at her.
"Is that any way for a 17 year old child to be talking to her mother?!" She walked towards me.
"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" I screamed.
She didn't say anything.
She just stared at me deeply.
I quickly got chills down my spine as I heard the front door open.
I slowly walked out of the bedroom and walked quietly to my bedroom. I didn't want him to notice me.
"Phae?" My father said.
I kept walking and ignored him.
"PHAE!" He screamed.
I jumped.
"Yes?" I said as sweetly as I could.
"Was that you I heard yelling?" He walked next to me.
"No, Sir." I lied.
"Mary!" He yelled my mothers name.
My mom peeked her head out of her bedroom,"Yes dear?" She said.
"Was Phae yelling at you?" He asked her.
I could tell he was drunk. I was surprised that he wasn't as violent as usual.
I looked my mother in the eyes.
I saw the fear in them.
She then quickly answered,"She may have raised her voice a little."
I looked at my father in the eyes as I saw the part of him I hated.
Without flinching he hit me on my left cheek. I fell to the floor.
He raised his fist again. As I quickly looked to my right I saw an unsharpened pencil. I quickly grabbed it and as he swung his fist I launched at him with the pencil and drove it straight through his right eye.
I saw the dark red blood run from his pierced eye.
I ran as fast as I could out the front door and into my fathers truck which of course still had the keys in it.
I immediately noticed the 3 empty beer bottles in the passenger seat.
I stepped on the gas and left the house I knew I didn't belong in.

I Shortly arrived at what's left of my best friend Robin's house. Since the bank is taking all of it away.

I rushed out of the vehicle that was covered with alcohol and onto Robin's front porch.
I knocked as hard and as fast as I could on that door.
After a few knocks Robin rushed to the door and opened it.
"What's wrong, Phae?" He asked as he put his arm around me.
"My father. He hit me again. I- I couldn't take it anymore!" I said as I sobbed.
"Phae, what did you do?" Robin asked me as he sat me down on the bench next to his door.
"I- I- Stabbed him in the eye with a pencil." I hid my face. I didn't want him to think I was crazy. Technically it was self defense. No. It was self defense!
"Are you okay?!" He asked me while examining my cheek.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You- You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked him.
He laughed.
"That A**hole deserved it." He said as he smiled.
I stopped crying.
"Well, I can't go back home! I don't know what to do!" I said finally calming down.
"Let's go. It's time." Robin said.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. We've talked about running away before. We were just waiting for the right time.
It's finally here.