Sweet Or Sour?

Chapter 2

I sat straight up. I looked around. There was no one other than me in the room. "I want my Mommy..." I whimpered....

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Diane(your step sister)'s POV:
'That brat is having a nightmare again....' I thought as I heard her say, "I want my Mommy..." She's having that nightmare again..."Mom? May I sleep in the guest room? (Y/n) is having that frikin nightmare again!" I whined. Mom looked at me. Then she heard the door open. I smiled and ran down the stairs, I went to jump into Father's arms only to see him hobbling around like he was drunk..."Sweetie get upstairs. I will take care of Daddy." I heard my Mom say. But before I could say anything, Daddy smacked me! I fell on the ground, holding my cheek. I whimpered. I quickly got up and ran upstairs, I flung the door open and jumped into my bed. I heard rustling. I felt heat on my back. "He hit you didn't he?" (Y/n) asked concern danced acrossed her voice. Confusion filled me to the brim. I slowly sat up, looking at her. "Why do you wanna know?" "Because I don't want anyone else getting hurt by him." I froze. 'She still cares about me...even after everything I did to her?!?' I thought in surprise. "Did he hit you?" She pressed me. I slowly nodded. She shook her head looking down. Then she went for the door. I grabbed her by the arm. "Where are you going?!" "I'm going to check on Father." "He'll hit you!" She turned and looked straight into my eyes. "I've grown use to the feeling of being hit." I froze in shock of what she just said. She turned and walked out of the room. I watched her go.

Normal POV:
You walked out of the room. You looked over the Bannister to see your Father drinking more, with your step Mom sat on his lap, crying. You didn't feel bad for her. 'She deserved everything he's done to her...' You slowly walked down the stairs. "Daddy?" You called catching both people's attention. "What?!" He growled. "How would Mommy react to you doing this?" You asked, your face unreadable. He watched you a glare on your every move. "Mommy wouldn't like it...would she?" "That's enough!" He yelled at you. "Would she?!" "I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!!" He screamed, punching you so hard you slammed into the wall. You somehow kept calm, slowly getting up, a ringing in your ears. "Did Mommy like you hitting me?" You asked, ignoring the pain that shot through you. "(Y/F/N) (your full name)! Go upstairs now!" Your step Mother yelled at you. "You can shut up." You growled at her, then looked at your Dad. "Would she?" You pressed. "Who cares she's dead thanks to you!" "It isn't my fault! You're the one that made her drive to the store everyday! Cause you were sleeping with this slut!" You snarled pointing at your step Mother. Next thing you knew you were in a hospital bed, with stitches in your side...your Father had stabbed you....

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~Liz