CODE RED (Book 1)

Honesty

Honesty-6

I tensed up after hearing my name being called from down under. I slowly took in a calm breath before scooting out from my work desk and made my way out of my room.

I walked down the stairs in my normal speed trying to be unafraid about what was to come. I stepped into the entrance way to find my dad standing in front of the door reeking of alcohol with his hands on his hips, holding a slip of file paper in one of his hands.

I instantly felt hatred sink into me just by looking at him. He was drunk. How pathetic.

He held up the paper with the current grades I had for the semester like he had promised to show the night before. I wasn't at all surprised to see nearly all F's except for one D on the piece of file paper. I knew they wouldn't rise up until second semester where the damage of my lacking work wouldn't be such a bother.

"You didn't even try."He snapped at me as he walked— stomped towards me. I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was for the hard slap across my face, stinging like pins and needles as my head swung to the side at it's force.

"You think I'm going to pay the bills for some lazy kid? Well you got another thing coming." He yelled in my face. He grabbed me by my shirt and threw me down until I felt the hard surface of the floor beneath me hit my still aching back.

I let out an unexpected yelp of pain as the searing pain went through my body. But "The Man" ignored my cry all the same as he continued to inflict pain on me for getting such low scores. I felt him kicking me. It hurt and once more my body was aching with that same painful feeling.

I grabbed the wall slowly picking myself up. I could see the door in my spinning vision. Why didn't I just run you ask?

I bet while you're reading this you're wondering that right now...am I right? The answer to that is. I couldn't because If I did I knew what he would do, he would instantly kill my mom and I couldn't let that selfish act happen. If I disobeyed anything, then I would be punished for it, I knew he wasn't afraid to hurt either of us if he had to. It left me wondering once again why he had started to hurt me now out of our whole life time together.

I felt a swift kick to my gut sending me sprawling back to the hard wood floor. My throat emitted a scream but even that was blocked as he gripped my neck with his cold hands.

I shut my eyes tightly trying my hardest to not be swallowed by the darkness as I felt the instant need to pass out. No! No! My brain screamed at me to keep myself awake.

In an act to save my own life I did something stupid. I kicked him. I kicked him hard, hard enough that he quickly let me go to cradle his lower regions where the sun didn't shine.

"You Bitch," he screamed at me anger taking over his features as he crouched over in pain.

I quickly scooted myself away from him before I rushed to my feet to make my escape by running up the stairs. I felt a warmness invade my top lips as blood dropped from my nose.

I was about half way up the stairs when I felt him jerk on my ankle causing me to fall on the current step I was on. Earning myself a scratch from a nail that had been out of place.

I groaned as another searing pain lifted from the new cut on my cheek. I was dragged down the stairs until I was back into the kitchen. I fought against him as he put me in another choke hold— once I had figured out I couldn't breathe as freely.

"You would kill your own son?!" I screamed as I roughly fought against his grip.

Finally having enough of me fighting back, he threw me to the side where I crashed onto the floor but not without accidently knocking over glasses that crashed to the floor beside me almost cutting me if I hadn't of moved out of their way.