Slowly Fading

I slammed the brakes on my bike as slid into to side of my fathers silver mercedes benz. Pain shot up my leg from skidding across the pavment. I rose shakily onto my feet looking down at the scrapes and cuts on my legs, blood running down my calve and onto my ankle. The damage to the car was only a scratch, but i knew i was going to pay for it later. Inside a little soap and water washed the blood away from my bony leg. Exiting the bathroom i stepped into the living room where there he was sitting on the couch, belt in hand.

I froze, quivering in place as I watched him stand and walk over my way. A warm salty tear streamed down my cheek as i watched my father pull his arm back. Bracing myself for the pain i tensed, clenching every muscle in my body, and covering my face.

It didnt hurt that bad, the hit that is. I was used to it. He had always hit me from the time I was six and my mother had died two years ago. His fault of course.

I was there when it happened. The screaming and yelling is woke me up at first. That was normal, they always argued, but it was never physical. When i heard my mom yell, " Get your hands off of me you sick bastard!" I went to their room where the noises were coming from to try and protect the only person who actually cared for me. As soon as I walked into the room I witnessed him on top of her, fist swinging making a noise as he hit her battered body. Blood spewed from her nose and swollen lip.

In attempt to stop my abusive dad I launched myself in front of my mother absorbing the beating intended for her. While I was there she still moved showing that there was life still left in her body. It was when the pounding fist stopped, grabbed me, and threw me across the room and through a window and started hitting again she died. After i was out of the way my father started yelling louder and louder punching so hard in her chest. I assume he broke one of her ribs and the broken rib that tore at her lung suffocated her and that is what killed my mom. From that day on my dad bruised me just about everyday.