Living In A Nightmare

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

(Jared)

I walk down the ladder with a smile, maybe there is hope with Jonhathan. Maybe I can finally have someone fall in love with me and spend my life with. I knew there was something different about him. He just needed time that's all. He's just pretending so you can unchain him and he can escape. I hear a voice in a head say.

No he's not! He's not like that he's different, he's just like me. Someone that doesn't know what love is. Someone that didn't have a good life. All he needs is for me to show him I'm not a bad guy and he will love me. I'm not a bad guy, I'm loving and caring I just have a hard time letting people see that side. But I'll show him and he won't ever want to leave me. I yell back in my head.

I wish I would stop hearing those voices. Voices of what my mom would be yelling at me. It's like I never left home if all I hear is all her doubts and negativity in my head. She never had anything good to say to me that was positive or nice. Then again what can you expect from a mother that was always high. she was never in her right mind to care what she was saying or how she was hurting me and Katelynn. Not even caring how the man she loved that she was married to and had two kids from was an alcohlic and abusive father. A father that beat us until he left us black and blue for weeks sometimes months. Yelling at us when we did nothing wrong and locking us up in the closet for hours.

I left home at fifteen with Katelynn not wanting to be there another second. The longer we were there the more helpless I felt and weak I grew. Sometimes I wondered if I would die as the bruises and beatings gotten worse the older I got. He didn't care if I got a broken bone or if I even surived. I was just another mouth to feed and he saw Katelynn as a worthless girl that would end up just like our mother but he was wrong.

Katelynn is nothing like our mother and never will be. She never touched drugs in her life and doesn't even drink much. She's farthest from being a whore than she can be. She finished high school and went to college unlike me. Getting scholarships and with my help being able to afford it. She has done more with her life than I have with mine.

But me, me I ended up almost exactly like my dad. Like the old saying goes the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm just like my dad when it comes to drinking. I waste every penny I earn on beer and vodka trying to stay numb. Numb so I don't have to feel so alone and empty. Letting the alcohol cure my pain I endured in my life. Fifteen years of my life was a living hell that I felt I was never going to get away from.

Thirteen Years Earlier..

I listen to the front door slam hard from my bedroom upstairs. My body cringing as I hear foot steps coming up the stairs. What did I do this time I wonder. A few seconds later my door opens and I smell the beer rinking from his breath through the whole room.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he questions with bloodshot eyes.

"Home like always." I answer scared.

"Don't play any fucking games with me Jared. The school called me leaving a message. You haven't been in school for four fucking days! Where have you been going? Don't lie to me I'm not in the mood!" he shouts.

"I don't like school I told you. They just-"

"Does it look like I care what you like?! Because I don't I can careless it's not my fault you're a fucking pussy. I don't need the fucking school getting involved right now." he says.

"Why because you're scared of them finding out what you do to us? How you beat us and don't give a damn?" I say raising my voice. I don't care if he gets mad because everything out of my mouth is true.

"Shut you're fucking mouth. I haven't even layed a finger on you but if you keep it up you're going to wish you didn't speak." he says.

"Do it I don't care! You're going to do it anyway!" I shout standing up from my bed.