~Chapter one~
I am Aria James, I go by Arie, or once known to my dad by Ria. He called me Ria in the stories I heard. My parents were both full white angel when I was born. Now I am a white angel. Somehow, my father turned bad and Lucifer killed him the day I was born, or at least that is what I heard.
Sin only kills white angels if they kill another. The story of Sin is he was a little boy, with good luck. Despite the fact of his horrible father and he had no mom. She died when he was two months old.
Well he was born on 6-6-6 June 6 his
father promised him something amazing. However, that meant amazing to him. On Sins 6th birthday, his father killed him. The boy went to heaven. However, he did not believe in forgiveness the way God did. Therefore, he created his own afterlife. For the people that are bad, and worse. Or people who are just now wanted which is rare, but it happens. He did it to punish them. Therefore, he killed his father. He meant harm in his father. He did not mean to change into a killing machine. Now he goes around a kills freely for the joy of it.
Therefore, Sin got to my father and took him back. Well that’s what I heard. Then one day he found us. Boy, I was so happy to see him. However, he was not the amazing person I had imagined. He acted evil, and mean, and glared. Even my mom was shocked. I was four almost five when he came back. Thing, things just went wrong.
My dad has now been home for three weeks. It is horrible. We do the same thing every night. We wake up he beats on my mom all day, and I hide in the closet. Then when I hear a scream, I knew he would be coming for me next. He would look for me and eventually hear me start crying, and grab me from the closet. I scream every time. Well, he does not like when he hears anyone scream. And, he tells me every time
"You scream and I just pound on you even more!" He would pick me up and throw me against the wall. Walk over to me and punch me in the face. Single tears would stream down my face. However, I learned not to scream. However, every day I scream at least once. Then he would kick me in the ribs. It hurt more than it sounds. Then he would cut me on my arm. It would take longer then it may seem but it takes a few hours. After I would crawl over to reach my bed and not be able to make it. My mom would all ready be rushing over to make sure I was ok.
Even as weak as she was she would pick me up in horrible pain and put me in bed. She would hold my hand as I cried in terrible pain. Feeling guilty every time I shed a tear because I knew she wanted to, but she would not in front of me. She knew it would make me more scared that she was scared and did not have it under control, even though she did not. It did scare me but I was fine, as long as I had her. She would say to me
“Sweetie, I know this is really hard! I am so terribly sorry this is happening to you, to us! I love you so much!” then she would crawl to the other side of me on my bed. And just lay with me to help me fall asleep. Then, she would sing. She would sing me a lullaby to not only fall asleep, but to heal me. It would take the blood and pain away but not the scars. The devil marked me alternatively, what we know as Sin. I would still have some pain, but not as much as before.
Thinking about the past three weeks, I do not know what i have left in myself I know I need to stick up for my self! However, I am scared he is going to hurt me even worse! Well he does need a taste of his own medicine. Ok I will do it. Tomorrow, after all it will be my birthday.
I hear a glass brake, and I shake off the small smile I had before. I hear my mom screaming. However, he is not after her. He is after me. I hear him running up the stairs and smack my door. I can tell he is in a bad mood. Just by the way he opened the door. He runs over to my closet, I crawl to the other side, and he slams open the closet door. He does not see me so he goes to the other side. I crawl back over and he slams the door open again and still does not see me, even though the other side of the closet was still open. He turns around and looks under the bed. Still not being able to find me he turns toward the mirror thinking he’d see me hiding somewhere over there and screamed,
“Better not be playing smart with me!” as he said the last few words his face got a small smile. He caught me. He runs over to me grabs me and says,
“That’s the dumbest thing you could have done!” he throws me into the hallway and begins to kick me hard. He picks me up again and throws me down the stairs, and hit my head on the wall. My mom rushed over to me as I blacked out.
Waking up to a singing voice in the middle of the night, I blink open my eyes. My moms there singing happy birthday. I smile and sit up.
“Mommy what are you doing?” she looks at me with a big smile,
“Honey, it’s your birthday! You have been going through so much crap! You disserve much better! We are getting out of here! We are celebrating your birthday. I stand up and jump in her arms.
I go to my closet and grab two backpacks. For stuff to we need while were gone. I go to my dresser and grab a bunch of random clothes; I think I saw two jeans 3 sweat pants, and six shirts. Not to sure which ones, but I know what the main type is.
After grabbing everything, we walk out my room, sneaking past my dad’s room. We walk down the stairs and pass the hole in the wall that my head made. I stare at it as I am walking towards the door, and cannot stop seeing the face of my dad as the devil. I turn and walk out the door.
