Damaged (Brussells) DISCONTINUED

Lies

A/N: Dad = James. Father = Ben.

*Sawyer's P.O.V*

For the past couple of days, father has tried to reduce the number of days he goes out with his old mates. It's kinda working, but it's also kinda not. He would stop going out with his friends for a few days but then he goes back to square one. I picked the house key up from under the mat and unlocked the front door. I walked into the house and shut the door behind me. I took advantage of being home alone and went to do most of the house work for dad. Just to give him a break for a while. I was in middle of making dad's bed when the home phone rang. I picked up the phone, answered the phone and continued making his bed.

"Heyo," I said.

"Hey, kid," dad replied, "What are you doing at the moment?"

"I'm making your bed," I exclaimed, as I finished putting the duvet cover on the duvet.

"Awe, thanks kid," dad cooed, "I just thought I would let you know that I'm on my home. You know what to do if your father comes home before me, right?"

"Yes," I replied, "If he comes home before you and if he's drunk, I hide."

"Good," he exclaimed, "Ok, I'll be home soon. Bye kid."

"Ok, bye dad," I replied. I hung up the call and put the home phone back it belongs. I put the duvet and pillows on dad's bed when I heard someone trying to unlock the front door. Was dad home already? Or is father that is trying to unlock the front door? I heard someone slurring random words. Shit, it's father. I quickly hid on the other side of the bedroom door. Father managed to unlock the front door and started looking for something.

"Sawyeeeerrr," he slurred, dragging the e and r in my name, "Where are you, Sawyer?" He started looking around the house. I was about to look to see where he was, but in doing so, the door moved a creaked slightly. I stopped instantly. I could see between the small gap between the door and the wall that he was looking towards dad's room. Shit. I slowed down my breath and put my hands over my mouth as father started walking towards to where I was hiding. Shit, he's going to find me. He crept closer and closer until he was at the door.

"Sawyer, I know you're in here," he said, as he knocked on the door. I tensed up when he knocked on the door. He moved the door away from me. Before he could properly see me, I ran around him and ran out of dad's room. I managed to get a few feet in front of him before he grabbed my arm.

"Father, please stop," I pleaded, "This isn't the real you." Dad entered the house right as father hit me across my face, across my left eye.

"Oie!" dad yelled, as he pulled father away from me.

"Sawyer, run," dad demanded. I did what I was told and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I heard them yelling downstairs.

*James's P.O.V*

I can't believe what I just saw. Ben never abuses Sawyer. Mainly because one, I'm mainly around to stop him and two, he's mainly sober during the day. Last time I checked, it's only 2:30 pm.

"Ben, this isn't you," I yelled at him, "This needs to stop! You need to stop going out, drinking, coming home drunk and abusing me! This has to stop! It's one thing to abuse me, but it's another thing to abuse Sawyer! When you come home drunk, Sawyer is afraid of you! It's the reason why I keep her away from you until you're sober! You know what Ben? I should've done this a long time ago! Until you get help, I'm breaking up with you!" As if he quickly became sober, he looked upset from what I said.

"Is that true?" he asked, "Sawyer's afraid of me when I'm drunk? And you're breaking up with me?"

"Yes and yes," I answered, "If you excuse me, I need to check on Sawyer. You hit her across her face and across her eye. I need to see if she's ok." I walked up the stairs and into Sawyer's room. I kneeled beside her bed and got Sawyer to face me. I rubbed my thumb over her left eye, which was now turning into a black eye. I could tell that Sawyer had been crying. I brought her into a hug, laying her head on my shoulder. I tried to comfort her as I rubbed circles in her back with my middle finger. I could tell she was trying to hold back the tears.

"Let's pack our things," I said, "We're getting out of here."