Saving Shay

9.

Logan finally dropped me off at school, even if he did protest. I picked up Gabe at the school and head home. I dreaded coming back to home since he's going to be back early.

I park my car and hop out Gabe trailing after me. I enter the house and notice that it's eerily quiet. It's normally quiet but it's not this kind of quiet. I shrug it off since it's going to creep me out if I think of it too hard.

I head to the kitchen and make some peanut butter and jelly for Gabe. I slather the peanut butter on one side and jelly on the other, after I finish I hand it out to Gabe who's watching spongebob. I shake my head in silent laughter, he's watching it so intently it's cute.

I take two stairs at the time and walk towards my room. I enter it and check behind the drawing Gabe made when he was in kindergarten. Good, the cash is still there. When I got my first paycheck I didn't want my stepdad to find out so I hid it behind the drawing. Conveniently there was a hole where my previous attempt of throwing a baseball at the wall was there. Lest just say I have a good arm. Too good.

I drag my guitar case from under the bed and open it. It's actually empty except for a picture of my dad and I. I take the picture and close the case, shoving it back with my feet. I stare at my younger version of my face. In the picture I had ice cream all over my mouth and my dad was laughing at me. My dad and I went to go buy ice cream and I had chocolate and he had vanilla. I remember saying that vanilla was so plain. Now I don't even care that vanilla used to be my least flavor.

I was at the accident where my dad died. Where he screamed at me to get out of the car. Where I cried for my dad even though I already knew he was dead. Where I was dragged out of the car by a fireman, whilst I screamed at him to let me go. At that time I didn't know what was happening but now I understand what happened. A drunk driver hit us from the drivers side. Making our car flip upside down where I was suspended in the air by my seatbelt. While I was half unconscious, I couldn't feel anything, hear anything, or see anything. Anything for that matter was impossible for me. All from a fucking drunk driver. My dad didn't die from the force, he died from the explosion. After I was dragged off, kicking and screaming, the car blew up. Simple as that, I know that I was lucky enough to survive for other people. But to me it was the worst thing that could ever happen.

After that mom remarried David, my stepdad. Which I still don't understand why she married him. He doesn't hit her, he just makes her feel like shit.

Suddenly I hear a scream that breaks me from my thoughts. And my nightmare just came true. I scramble to my feet and immediately I run downstairs, almost tumbling down in process. I hear another cry and I push my self to go faster. Dammit why is this house so fucking hard to go through.

I run into the living room, and see my stepdad holding Gabe by his neck. He never dared to hurt him, he knows that I get protective over him, so why now?

"Let Gabe go you fucking bastard." I yell at him. He looks over at me like he just noticed me standing here right now

He lets go of him but he storms my way and immediately punch me in the stomach. I muffle my groan and shield my face. He punched me again in the face effectively making me fall down. I curl up in to a fetus position and shield my face and body with my hands. He kicks me in the ribs multiple times and I feel my eyes water. No, you are not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry! I blink them back and shoot my leg out, kicking him in the ankle. He curses and holds his feet which gives me some time to scramble up. I groan at the pain but I keep searching for a place to hide until he gets bored. Before I get to, he grabs me by my hair and yanks me back, making me fall on my back. And on the way I hit something on my head which gives me a woozy feeling.

I yell out in pain again when he kicks me in the back of my head. And I immediately know that I'm not going to be able to make it out of here until he's done with kicking and punching. He accidentally knocks down a table a glass vase came shattering near me and this time a new kind of pain comes. And I can't hear my scream, I can't see or hear anything. It's exactly like the accident.

And before I I know what's happening. Everything goes black. Death by a vase. It has a ring to it, don't you think?
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Wouldn't you love to just miss class by just going to the bathroom and pretend your peeing or pooping. I do that when I'm seriously feel like I need to get out of the class. And if a teacher catches me, I blame it on the tacos. I'm sorry I betrayed you tacos, but you didn't give me diarrhea for nothing.

The next chapter may or may not be Lucas's POV. I don't know.
-E