Roses and Daggers

8|Home Not-So-Sweet Home

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|Louis|

My father.

After he cracked every single one of his knuckles, he walk towards me and he grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me towards him.

I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

I tried to make him let go of me but it was useless. He was double the size of me and he was stronger.

"Don't fight back!" He yelled making me flinch.

I close my eyes and wait for that burning sensation to reach my cheeks. When it finally comes, it makes me stumble backwards. I didn't fall but then my father pushed me down to the floor. He pinned me to the ground and started to punch my face and stomach.

Once he got tired, he got up and talked.

"I can't wait for tomorrow." He smirked.

I close my eyes and he kicked my stomach causing me to groan in pain.

"Now get up you useless piece of trash."  He laughs and heads towards the kitchen.

I wipe the tears out of my cheeks and try to get up. Once I'm up, I slowly walk upstairs and shut the door to my bedroom.

I walk to my bathroom and look into the mirror.

Maybe he's right. I thought. Maybe I am useless. What if he's right? What if everyone around me is right? Should I listen to them? Should I listen to them and stop existing? Maybe if I stop existing, I can see her again. I can see my mum again. I would hug her and she would tell me how much she loves me. I would finally be able to feel loved.

I breathe in and out, trying to make the pain reduce a little. You know, I don't really feel a lot of pain like I used to. I guess I got used to it.

But it hurts. It hurts how the person that you live with, hurts you the most. I remember him being lovely to me. He used to say that I was the "person that he was most proud of" but now look at us, he despises me and I'm completely sure that he wants to see me dead.

I can't stop the tear from coming down my cheek. I lie on top of my bed and curl up in a ball.

I need to do my homework but hell, school can wait.

I hold my stomach and cry.

I cry till night comes and you know what the weird thing was?

I slept with a smile

I slept with a smile because all I could think of was Harold trying to catch his breath. His bright smile made me smile and his emerald eyes are bright and alive.

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