Disappear

Chapter 2

America's P.O.V.

I wake up and stretch, yawning loudly. "Oh jesus." I mutter, looking at my messy room. Have i really got the time to clean.? Ughhhh. Let me take a shower first.

I get up grab a shirt with an American flag on it and some red jeans. Honestly, i like the way i dress, but other people think different of it.

I walk into the bathroom and lock the door. I turn on the water and step in. I love the way showers make you relax. I don't even know how to swim. Ha.!

As i rub the shampoo in my hair, i think of my mother. I sometimes get flashbacks of her and completely zone out from the world.

I remember how nice and caring she was. Thats all anyone had to say about her. She was the one who helped me through some problems i had in primary school.

When i would come home crying, she would make me some chocolate milk and biscuits. She would do everything she could to make me laugh. Even my dad would laugh.

Now. Now he's just like.......a lost soul. He needs to be as loved as he was when mom loved him. I just don't think he'll let anyone do that for him.

He has brought some girls home, but then kick them out half-naked. I would stand there in my room, watching him kick them out and come back inside to drink.

I think if he found someone like mom, he'd be a much better person. He just has to cooperate. Learn how to love and be loved like before, but i know its not easy. I came out of that woman and now she's gone.

I shut the water off and quickly dry and put on my clothes. "Cool." I say looking at myself in the mirror and put my towel on my head.

I walk out and into my room. "Alright," I say clapping my hands. "Time to clean." I start with the floor and separate all the dirty clothes from the clean clothes, which wasn't that easy.

After about a half hour of cleaning, my dad calls my name. "Yes daddy.?" I say and sit up straight. "Come 'ere.!" He yells and i go to his room.

"Yes daddy.?" I repeat. "Make me food." He states sternly and i nod. I go into the kitchen and make him something to eat.

"Here you go daddy." I give him his food and he stares at me. "You have really got to stop calling me dad." He mutters and i nod.

"And don't nod. Speak to me." He shouts and i nod again. "What the fuck did i say.!?!" He yells and gets up, walking to me.

He punches me in my stomach and hold me by my hair so i don't fall. "Jason." I whisper, not calling him dad. "Better." He mumbles and punches me again.

I let out an ear piercing scream and he pushes me down on the floor, my hands above my head. "W-what are you d-doing.?" I stutter and he grins, looking like an evil cartoon character.

"What does it look like." He says taking off his belt and pants. He starts to unbutton my pants and i scream. "NO.!" I yell, trying to get away from him.

He punches me in the face and takes off my pants fully. "Please." I whisper as he positions himself. All of a sudden, he's off of me and i'm putting my pants back on.

I look up to thank my savior and see......Nate.? "N-nate.?" I stutter and he looks up from dad. "Get out of here now. Pack all your things and find a new place to stay." He growls and i stand there shocked.

"NOW.!" He yells as dad tries to struggle out of Nate's grip. I finally manage to nod and run to my room, gathering all my clothes, toiletries, and everything i'm going to need.

I go back in dad's room and see Nate on the floor with dad on him, punching him. I shake my head and run to him. "Get off of Nate.!" I yell and push him back with all my strength.