Chapter Two
There she is, her body lying there on the kitchen floor, begging and pleading for air. I run to her and fall onto my knees beside her body, she’s clutching her stomach and stares up at me, I feel so helpless,
“Mum” I cry out,
“Aria! You have to listen to me” she croaks out as she winces in pain but she is putting on a strong persona. Tears are falling from my eyes as I grab her hand and hold it up to my face watching a tear fall from her eyes, I nod asking her to continue as I wipe the tears.
“I have hid a bag in your room, in the cupboard up the top in the corner” she starts finding it hard to breath, “Get that bag and call Sam, stay with him and don’t come back here please”
“Mum, I cant, im staying with you, you are going to be fine” I plead giving her a supportive small smile,
“No Aria you have to leave, he will be back soon, please go! Its too late for me, go!” she said gaining strength in her words
“Was it him?!” I asked the anger inside of me from all these years building up, I hoped the answer wouldn’t be what I was thinking. I begged for it not to be when I hear a grunt coming from the opposite side of the kitchen. I started shaking looking up to the worst sight. He was beyond drunk and was out of his mind. He dropped the knife which was covered with my mothers blood. The sly grin he had on his face marked the insanity which was withheld inside from this moment. I was terrified of my life and I look down to my mum to see her breathe her last breath. Tears were now flowing like a river. Ross stumbled a bit and I knew at that moment I had to run. I ran upstairs to my room following the instructions my mum spoke.
“Aria” I heard my father call after me. I could just see his disgusting expression of no regret, of pure hate and betrayal. He called for me again but by that time I was in my room and had closed and locked the door. I quickly ran to my desk in the far right corner of my room and grabbed the chair and pulled it over to my cupboard and hopped up and reached for the bag which I found hidden under a blanket exactly where she said it would be. I couldn’t process what had happened and what was happening at this moment but all I know was that I had to move. I hopped down and grabbed my phone that was sitting on my bed and quickly dialed Sam’s number. I held it up to my ear hoping he would pick up before he came in. Speaking of the devil a slight knock happened on my door,
“oh Aria” dad spoke slyly,
“please please please” I whispered hoping that would get Sam to answer. The banging at my door kept get louder and heavier when it suddenly stopped. I sighed in relief when Sam finally answered the phone, but when he did a loud thud hit my door. Ross grunting and slurring trying to get through,
“Hello…Aria?” Sam’s voice sounded through the phone,
“Sam please Sam come over” I spoke quickly as the door started to crack and snap,
“Aria what’s wrong?!” he said sternly,
“ROSS KILLED HER, HE’s DRUNK AND HE’s TRYING TO KILL ME” I shouted just as ross broke through my door, I screamed and Emily came to the phone,
“Aria, don’t worry Sam is on his way” she said trying to soothe me,
“Emily please please, he’s going to kill me” I spoke staring straight at him, I dropped my phone as he was unbuckling his belt,
“Aria, you shouldn’t of ran away” Ross said slowly not breaking his stare,
I crawled over to the corner of my room backing away from him,
“Please dad, please dad I promise I wont tell anyone, just please” I pleaded with him but he showed no emotion,
“now now Aria, bad girls get punished” he said walking over to me, “And running away and also calling Sam was a bad thing to do”
He held his arm up with the belt firmly in his hand and whipped it down. The belt made contact with my face, leaving a sharp sting and an instant blood flow. The contact was made just under my eye and I could taste the metal taste of blood in my mouth but I showed no emotion. He will not get to see my cry. He will not get satisfied with the pain Im feeling. But what was I feeling? I wasn’t feeling. I was numb. Was this me dying? Was I about to die? The pain was unbelievable but it felt satisfying for the way I was feeling. I couldn’t fight back, his strength was to overpowering, he was too built up. What was I going to do? I skinny little thing like me against a drunk male two times my size. How could I be so cursed with a man like him in my life. How could he be so cruel. Im his daughter…his little girl. Why does he want to kill me? I let him whip me two more times and he finished with kicking me in the head I fell in a heap to the ground, the blood from my wounds staining the carpet.
He knelt down close to me so his face was centimeters from mine and the toxic smell of alcohol escaped from his lips, “You, your mother, your mother’s family are filth and liars and don’t deserve to live. I regret you and I regret laying eyes on your mother. You are nothing. I have never loved you” he spoke in my ear before getting up and kicking me in the ribs. That was as much pain as my body could handle before I passed out but before I did, between the slits of my now swollen eyes I saw the blurry figure of a wolf.
Sam came for me.
