Waiting on Him

Waiting on Him {7}

6:08 pm

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I'm sitting on my couch waiting for my parents to come home. They usually are home by now I'm not sure where they are. Suddenly I hear the garage door open. I run into my room and shut my door,  I don't want them to yell at me or give me another one of their punishments again.  I grab written out of my backpack and start pretending to do it.  

"RAELYN" my mom yells. 

I yell back letting her know that I'm coming. I quickly run down stairs and see what she needs before she gets too angry with me not coming to her fast enough. I go into the kitchen and see that she has already had her glass of wine poured, soon enough the whole bottle will be done. Tonight should be fun... 

"Come here you slut!" she spats at me.

I walk over there with my head down. She looks at me with disgust before she pulls my hair and throws me up against the cabinets. I whimper lightly. 

"Make some fucking dinner for your father before he gets home you worthless cunt." 

I do as she says and quietly start getting out the ingredients for spaghetti. I hear her leave the kitchen and I can breathe again. I look at the clock, dad should've been home 30 minutes ago. Oh shit!

A couple of minutes go by and I hear my mom coming into the kitchen, I turn around and face her. She has tears running down her face. I don't feel sorry for her, or sad like a normal child would if they saw their parents cry. Instead I feel kinda good watching her hurt, knowing that everything she has done to me, she deserves it. 

"Might as well not even make any fucking dinner for your hoe of a dad, no wonder... that's where you get it from!"   She says with a laughing cry, which scares me a little.

She has realized that my dad is out at a bar again getting drunk. He does this quiet often. He normally goes and sleeps with girls when it happens and my mom knows about it, but she takes her anger out on me.

I keep making the dinner and she grabs her keys and leaves the kitchen, I hear her footsteps and I'm trying to figure out where they are going. I hear the garage door open and she leaves. I hear the car pull away and I go and make sure that she's gone. My dad shouldn't be home for at least 1 more hour so I will just finish heating up dinner when it gets closer to the time that he's coming home. I go up stairs and wash my face. I walk into my bedroom and put on my clothes that I usually wear when my parents get drunk, and that is two pairs of leggings, a long sleeve shirt, and a sweater. I put this stuff on to help the beatings not hurt as much. 

I walk around the house and hide the objects that he has hit me with before, as well as possible new ones. I walk into the kitchen and start heating up the meal for it is almost time. I throw my hair into a bun so he cant pull me around, a bun is harder to grip than a long pony tail. I've learned these few tips and tricks through out the years of these beatings. 

My little brother is at my aunts house, he stays there a lot, like a lot. My parents don't care that he's there but they will not let me leave the house and live with her. I heat up the dinner and wait. 

8:57 pm

I have been waiting for another hour, I'm tired as hell and I don't think he's coming back anytime soon. I walk up stairs and go lay down in my bed. I start falling asleep thinking about why everyone suddenly hates me at school. I finally drift off for good.

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10:49 pm

I am awoken from my sleep by a loud crash. I shoot up and look around my room, no one is in here. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I start shaking, I'm terrified. Not for the fact that I don't know who it is, hell I'd rather it be a murderer than my parents. As the foot steps get closer to my door start panicking, please not tonight... please not tonight... please not tonight. I pull the sheets over my head and pretend to be sleeping. I hear the door slam open. I hold my breathe. He walks over to my bed slowly. He quickly rips the covers off of me and grabs my hair. I yell and whimper as he pulls me out of bed by my hair. My hair must have came out of it's bun while I was asleep. He drags me out of my room and starts pulling me down by the stairs.

"I CAME HOME TO COLD FUCKING DINNER, AFTER ALL I DO FOR YOU YOU!" He yells then follows that with a kick in my stomach. 

"AND WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING MOM, YOU JUST DRIVE EVERYONE OUT OF THE HOUSE!" He kicks my arm then pulls me up by my hair, I slap his arm away. I feel something hot on my face then I just see blackness. He punched me in the eye. I'm getting dizzy. I see stars but now everything is just one big black blur. I feel the punches and kicks but I'm becoming numb. I curl myself in a ball and wait for the beating to end. Over and over, another punch, followed by a kick. I start feeling like I'm falling, when I notice that he pushed down the stairs. My leg starts hurting it's already broke and he is now making it hurt more. I no longer feel any blows to my body and I assume he has walked away. I just start crying. This is nothing new to me, but it hasn't been bad like this for a while. I can't pick my body up to bring myself back to my room so I fall asleep here.

5:39 am

The pain wakes me up, I can't feel anything. I have a blanket on me which I'm assuming my mom threw on me when she came home from where ever she went last night. I get up and fall several times. I decide to pull off some of the layers of my clothes from last night and I keep the hoodie on so no one will see my bruises. I manage to stand up, and I walk to the bathroom. I look at the mirror and wince. I look so bad. I'm white as hell and it makes my bruises stand out more than ever. My face it pale and looks dead. I have makeup running down my face and my hair is all tangled from being pulled. It hurts too much to brush it so I throw it in a very light sloppy bun. I grab my backpack and I realize my parents took my car keys.
I walk out the door and start walking. I got a boot on my leg so now I can walk without crutches but it hurts insanely after last night. I'm limping down the road and tears start rolling down my cheeks due to the pain. Just as I almost fall I hear a car pull up behind me and I turn to see who it is. It's Brenner.