Fastlane (Syd the Kyd Fanfic)

Chapter 1

BANG BANG BANG!

Jim- GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!

I hide in my bedroom closet piling baskets of clothes over me.

Jim- DON'T MAKE ME BRAKE DOWN THIS DOOR!

Why won't he stop?! My heart is racing and tears are pouring from my eyes. I examine my arms and see the familiar purple and black bruises that cover my body like permanent marks.
SLAM!

I hear my bedroom door crash to the floor as he stumbles inside with pure rage.

Jim- WHERE ARE YOU?!

I quickly piled more covers on top of my bruised and battered body. Laying there in complete silence as I hear him tear apart my room. It seemed as if he wouldn't stop ,after a few minutes there was complete silence.

Where did he go? I slowly lifted up and put my ear to the door. Nothing.

I assume he's gone... I lean back in relief only to have hit my head on the back wall of this small closet. What have I done.

Jim- FOUND YOU!

O god. I scoot back in panic as far as I could to the back of the closet. The piercing sound of his nails scratching against the door was pure torture. His hands yanking and giggling the handle till finally, SLAM!
He tore it open.

Shante- AHHHHH!

I screamed in attempt to kick him away as he reached for my ankles.

Shante- PLEASE! LET ME GO!

His crazed eyes seemed to pierce through my soul as his body hovered over mine. My face now red and vision blurry with tears, scratching at the carpet to escape.

But his grip was too strong as he dragged me out.

Let the beatings begin.

My name is Shante Miller, 16 years old. Alls hell started when I was just 13, when Jim joined the family. Mother is an alcoholic and my father is dead. I've kept this a secret all my life, to promise never to tell a living soul what Jim does to me. So I keep it bottled up inside, not even to tell my bestfriend Stephanie.

After Jim does his final kick to the ribs on me he starts to walk towards the doorway.

Jim- Fix this door, clean your room, and wash yourself up. Your mother will be home in thirty minutes you pice of shit. And don't speak a word about this to anyone or you know what'll happen.

I just nodded my head as I laid there in pain. I dragged myself over by the door and attempted to pick it up. Since he only knocked the screws out, I picked up all the ones I could find and screwed them back into place.

Now that that's done I start to pick up the damage and ruins that he broken earlier. My bed was pushed over and all my drawers were emptied out, luckily there wasn't much in my room to destroy but the lava lamp that was shattered. I walk into the living room in search of the broom and dustpan, I also grab a towel for the spilled liquid.

I quickly sweep up the broken glass and wipe up the liquid from my carpet with a towel and warm water. Scanning my room to see if anything else was out of place.

Since everything was put up I went into my bathroom to run myself a bath, filling the tub up with warm water. I cut the water off once the tub was full and walk over to the mirror examining my busted lip and bruises along my chest. Just great.

My mother will be home soon so I quickly undress from my torn up and bloody clothes.

Why me? For three years I've dealt with this. No one noticed, no one cared. Why not just end it all.