Let Go (Wattys 2017)

Chapter nine-Comparing pain

"No." The cold touch of hands roamed my body with no limits. Fear began to build inside of me as his lips made their way down the nape of my neck. Cold unwanted kisses. "Please stop!"

I woke in a cold sweat wrapped tight in blankets. The dim sunlight hit my eyes making me groan. I glanced at my alarm clock that read seven o'clock am, which was way too early to wake up, especially on a Saturday. Dumb nightmares.

I pulled the blinds closed and shut my eyes. At least I tried to, the loud burst of music came from next door making it impossible to sleep. I was going to kick Mimi's ass soon as I get the chance to wrap my hands around her skinny throat.

I kicked the covers off, before curling into a tight ball as the crisp air hit my bare legs. I shivered my way out of bed and walked out of my room. Why my room was colder than a polar bear's butt, I don't know. But I did feel the heat that kissed my toes seep through the gap under Tim's door.

I inched the door open and I was immediately hit by the smell of something that smelled like dirty socks that was trying to be freshened by vanilla scented perfume. I gagged and quickly shut the door.

There was no way I was going back in there, all the heat in the world wouldn't will me back in there. I walked down the stairs and poured a bowl of cereal. The Fruity Pebbles made a satisfying crunch in my mouth as the flavors worked together.

I flinched as a cough came from behind me, I peeked out of the corner of my eye and my whole body grew stiff. My dad leaned against the kitchen counter a displeased frown on his face, it made me tug the long sleeves of my thermal further down.

"Good morning," I squeaked. His eyes fell to the floor as he took in a breath his frown turning into a thin line of concern. "Your mother told me what happened yesterday."

I shifted my gaze to my cereal that would go soggy if I didn't eat it. I shoved a spoon full into my mouth. I didn't want to talk to my dad, I'm pretty sure every word that would come out my mouth he would only see as lies. I heard an exasperated sigh, " Listen, I know you and I have our differences but, you're still my daughter."

He paused as if waiting for a reaction, I stayed silent as if I wasn't acknowledging his presence but I was sure he knew full well that I was. "I think it's time for you to let this silly charade go and accept the truth. It's time to move on." Hearing his footsteps against the floor walk out the kitchen.

My breath came out in a shakey breeze. His words left me stone silent, I wanted to go to them, I really did but I know that when they saw me I was remembered as the one who claimed false rape. It kind of stung the way he called me daughter as if it was a distasteful word rather than one used to show affection. His last words truly killed me inside, it made the urge to cut tingle in my
hands. I took a deep inhale of breath before letting it go. Sliding from under the table I walked to the front door.

I hoped that the freezing cold on my bare legs would keep my feelings at bay, seeing as I had on shorts that came way above my knees and a thermal. Just as I rested my hand on the doorknob a knock came from the other side.

I waited for it to go away, it knocked again making me jump, "Who is it?" I asked cautiously, my ear pressed against the door. I heard they're ragged breathing come to a stop.

"Molly."

I creaked open the door and rolled my eyes at the figure who stood before me. "Adam," I opened the door and he let a small smile flash on his face."I'm a big girl, I don't need a parole officer checking in on me at six in the morning. I can handle myself." I stressed ignoring the shaking of my legs when the cold air hit them.

"You alright?" Adam asked with an raised eyebrow. It made me frown at how he could see right through me. I looked away from him,"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. "Why do you ask?"