Everything Falls Into Place

chapter two

The smell of blood filled the air from just a couple of scrapes. I then grabbed my bag and pulled out a bottle of water and pored it on the opened wounded.
I climbed down my tree house and rode my penny board to my house.
I opened the door, and heard yells and screams.

?

I ran up the stairs to see my dad kicking my mom in the side.

I thought he wasn't coming back until later!

"Dad stop!" I demanded running over jumping on his back.
"Get off me!" He yelled.
He walked back words hiring my back of the wall causing me to fall off him.
He then walked over to my mom and grabbed her arm dragging her down the hall.

No not the stairs

I stood up still in pain.
I punched his back still not stopping her so I grabbed his hair.
"AHHH!" He yelled turning around punching me in the face.
My vision bounced as i hit the ground.
It was and instant knockout...

* A few hours later *

I woke up in the same spot as before.
I got up in pain.
I rubbed my lip to feel dried blood.
I grabbed the stand beside me and pulled myself up.
I then wobbled my hurt body to the stairs and like I expected..my mom laying on the bottom.
I grabbed the bar and guided myself down to the bottom to her.
"Mom" I shook her.
"Uhhh" she groaned.
"Let me help you to the couch" I offered.
I put her arm around my neck and walked her to the couch. I rested her head neatly on a pillow.
Then ran up stairs to the bathroom.
I got a rag and turned on the sink. I looked up in the mirror to see a big bruise on the side of my face along with a busted lip.
I shook it off then turned the sink off and ran down stairs to my mom.
I folded the rag and placed it gently onto her head.
I then flopped back onto the recliner.
I covered my fave with my hands and couldn't help, but cry..
Considering I've had to live everyday like this since I was 8..
He took everything from me...
I ended up getting back up and waiting for the school to call because I left the school..again.
20 minutes later the phone rang.
I walked over to it and slowly awensered.
"Hello" the lady said sweet and calm.
"Hello" I replied.
My voice sounds just like my mom's so I've never had to be questioned.
"Your daughter Ariva Swagger cut school again, and yelled at one of her teachers while flipping her desk. Are you aware of this case?" She asked completely out of line.
"Definitely aware, and I believe that she had every right to" I snapped.
"Well maybe she could sign up for our depressed
And bullied children group?" She offered.
"No thanks she doesn't like people gotta go bye" I hung up the phone.
"Urggggggg I'm not depressed!" I snapped to myself.
I walked up to my room after through in the home phone to the ground. I ran up stairs and flopped on my silky blanket made on my bed, and cried.
An hour later I heard my mom talking to herself sorta yelling, but at herself. I got up and walked to her room to see her filling a suitcase.
"What are you doing?" I asked concerned.
"Go pack your bags baby doll" she sniffled.
"But why?"
"Please don't ask just do it" she sighed. Shoving stuff in her suitcase still.
"I want to know!" I snapped.
"Our flight will be leaving soon were going to Grandmas" she muttered.
"Mom I don't wanna leave!" I snapped
"Well we can't stay!"
"Yes we can we can work with it!"
"No I'm not gonna take a beating anymore and neither will you!" She yelled.
Tears filled my eyesight.
"But I don't wanna be the only girl without a dad!" I cried.
"Well you shouldn't want to be the only girl with one that hits either.."
I walked out of her room and into mine.
I really should leave, but I was born here I belong here. I know it may sound weird that I want to continue to live this life, but I can't help it...
It's just who I am..
I walked to my closet and pulled out my huge black suitcase, and sat it on my bed.
I pulled all my shirts out of my closet and set them in the suitcase along with all my other clothing. I then walked over to my stand and grabbed my pictures I've drawn.
My art teacher always told me how inspirational I am, and bragged to the other art teachers in other schools about me.
She said I could copy any famous art works and make them better, but I don't think I'm that good.
I placed them in a black shoe box along with my family pictures everyone always said we were the perfect family, but really we would come home to sadness...my dad would beat my mom and rape her while making me watch..and that was at the age of 12.
But that wasn't when I found out what sex was....

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