WΔҜΞŇg ỮР Ξ ₣ËŁŦ ŞΔ₣Ë. The feeling itself made me unnerved. In my house, it was never safe. So, as I open my eyes it was no surprise that I was not in my own bed.
Looking around I saw a very disturbing sight. Dean. Laying inches from the bed, in nothing but his transparent tighty-whiteys.
Now don't get me wrong, Dean is the definition of sexy, in fact all of my new found friends are. But Dean was like my brother and I didn't want to picture him in this position every time I see him.
Looking over my shoulder I see Anthony. In the bed. Beside me. Once again this is a very uncomfortable situation. Than, that's when I remember. My father leaving, the party, getting waisted, the boys finding me, and everything that was said.
My face turns red, and I bolt out of the room, once in the bathroom safe from my wondering thoughts of if I don't remember doing something, I strip. And get in the shower, adjusting the water temperature.
Your dead, your father is going to kill you. He knows, he knows where you were. He knows what you did, and where you are now. You should run if you don't want to die. But that would be a waist of time, you would be killed anyway, no one wants you in this world.
I knew it was true. I fucked up, my father was going to kill me if I went back. But I had no were else to go, my grandma was to busy with her life, and my uncles were just as bad as my father. Once again I felt alone.
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My father, the man who made me his slave for years now was talking with his brothers in the kitchen. Laughing with them. The place was clean, and the smell of sausage and pancakes felled the air.
This is only temporary...
But I want it to last, I want it to be real, I want to feel safe around my family. I don't want to be silent anymore.
Walking to the kitchen I slowly peek my head in, my father was flipping the pancakes in the air, while my uncle(a/n. Did I give the uncles names already? If so please tell me) Roger was mixing some sort of batter. Marcus was putting ribbon up on the walls.
Were they celebrating my being gone, with that thought I race up the stairs and in to my room. Looking at my Chore Check List that was pinned on the wall beside my old bookshelf of children's books, I see he has checked most of them except for the 'make all beds' one, and the 'move out' one.
I go to his room to see if it is made, nope. There was however a very skinny woman getting changed. Walking in, I go straight for the bed, making it army style.
When she noticed me she started to scream and hit me with her pocketbook. Than my father comes through and sees her, this can't be good! But he doesn't look at me, his attention is completely on her.
"what the fuck do you think your doing bitch, that's my daughter your standing over." he said.
She looked at him than me, and back at him. She said nothing, but raced out of the room not looking back.
Than his eyes were on me, an I was scared. What if he does kill me? Would he end it fast? Or torture me? I didn't hear his footsteps, but felt his arms around me. This attempt to comfort me only succeeded in making me shake in fear.
" It's okay now, baby girl. Daddy's sorry for everything he did to you. I'm so sorry." my father whispered in a strangled voice.
No he isn't, its an act. He wants you to believe it, so he can break you for the final time.
But even as I sat there, believing the voice in my mind, I could feel the change in my father, but something was still off. There was something being hidden from me, but what.
Dear Diary,
Can you believe that my one father remembered my birthday? Even I had forgotten. I never remember celebrating it, even when my mom was around.
There are so many questions I have. Like, what changed him? Why was he making such an effort?
I couldn't even imagine this day would come, its been so long sense I started this diary, I can still remember it. The first day he ever hit me.
But I think it is better now, I think he saw the pain he put me through. Anyway that's all for now.
Love,
Mayberry
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This is me this is real I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now, I'm gonna let the light shine on meee!
Hey its me again so for this chapter, I think it ended fairly well. But with the shower part I got to thinking, a lot of ppl start the shower different ways. So what is your way?
Do you start the shower before or after you step in?
Comment a (B) for before and an (A) for after.
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