The Breaks In Us

Calypso - PART5

I let go of Rowan's hand after we got to the bottom of the stairs to wipe my eyes. I took the elastic band from around my wrist and tied my hair into a ponytail. Rowan handed me a flashlight.

"I'll look for stuff over here and you look for stuff over there," Rowan told me.

"Oh, and use the flashlight, it'll help you see better," I nodded and looked around the basement. The memories were flooding back in my head, walking around here. My dad's belt lied on the ground, it was blood stained on both ends, the tip and the buckle. I put my hand on my side and lifted up my shirt. I stared at the 3 inch long jagged scar that crossed my stomach and bit my lip, holding back tears. I continued on, finding old boxes of scrapbooks and photo albums. On top of one box was a picture of my parents at their wedding. They looked so happy, my dad had on a black and white tux with a clean shave and his black hair slicked back. My mom had a beautiful long lacy white dress with her hair did in a fancy bun. The kind that isn't too perfect or too messy, it was just right. A tear rolled down my cheek and hit the picture.

"What happened to you?" I whispered. I folded the picture and put it in my jacket pocket. I shined my flashlight on the shelf next to the boxes. There were piles of dust on top of baseball cards, snow globes, jumper cables, screwdrivers and a few other stuff. I headed towards the back of the room when something caught my foot. I tripped and fell to the ground.

"Fuck," I cursed looking back at my leg. The jeans now ripped at the knee.

"Just great," I whispered to myself sarcastically. I scooted over to the thing that tripped me and shined my light on it, it was a hammer.

"Hey Rowan, I found a hammer!" I called out. She ran over to me and helped me up.

"Great, now we can try to break the door down, and then beat the shit out of that bastard," Rowan growled. I took the hammer and headed towards the stairs, until I heard a loud creak of the door opening.

"Calypso, I'm back," A man's voice taunted, my dad. I backup to the wall, so I was out of sight. Once he came down the stairs I held up the hammer and screamed at him,

"Don't move!" His head snapped towards me and saw I had a hammer. He held his hands up in the air and started to move towards us.

"I said don't move!" My dad froze in his tracks.

"Look hon-," He started.

"Don't you honey me," I sneered putting my arm out to protect Rowan still holding the hammer high over my head. "You have no right to call me that after what you did to me!"

"Look-," He tried, but I cut him off again.

"Look nothing! How could you do that to me! You hit over and over and over!"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You're not sorry! You're a liar!" Tears started to fill my eyes, I was about to break down right there.

"You would take me down here every time! Away from where everyone could see! You would take off your stupid fucking belt and hit me!" I walk up slowly towards him.

"All the long nights down here where you wouldn't feed me or anything! All the scars I'd have the next fucking morning! All the damn times someone would ask me what happened!" I sobbed.

"But I wouldn't tell anyone! Cause I thought you would change!" I stood in front of him with the hammer high above my head.

"Now it's time you got hit for once!" I screamed and the hammer came down at full force right into my dad's chest. He groaned in agony as he fell to the ground trying to catch his breath.

"You bitch!" He cursed. Rowan was up against the wall, breathing heavily.

"C'mon we need to get out of here!" I called for her. Rowan's eyes locked with mine as she pushed off the wall, leaping over my dad towards the door. I followed after her out of the house. The small breeze brushed lightly against my skin as leaves flew through the air. The sky was dark as thick clouds came and covered up the sun. There was a white van in the driveway, with three men leaning against it. One had a buzz cut with tattoo's all over his arms, another had long shaggy hair and a round face with a nose peircing, the last one was scrawny with quiffed hair and a dragon tattooed on his arm. They all stared at us, as we came running out of the house across the street and into the woods. I looked back to see my dad limping out the door,

"Go! Move your asses! Get them!" He demanded. They all came running after us with my dad in the back still trying to regain strength. Rowan began making sharp turns to lose them as I followed. We went deeper and deeper into the woods even though we had no idea where we were.