Oblivious || L.T Fan Fic

Chapter Five

Time for chapter 5!!!!! Hope you enjoy it!

I gritted my teeth and stomped right into the kitchen disrupting the conversation my mother was having with him. I felt my rage starting to boil over the closer and closer I got to that man. That man I hated more than 10 Tom's combined. The man I wished would just go and rot in hell.

"Oh my gosh! Emma, darling what happened?" She cried once she saw me. She stood up and wrapped me in one of the motherly hugs that everyone usually loves. But I couldn't pay attention to what she was saying or doing or the aching pains crying from my stomach . All I could focus on was him. Sitting there, all peaceful and calm in my home. Invading my peaceful world. Turning the house from a crystal white palace, to a black dungeon. He wasn't that peacefull and calm 5 years ago. He was the one who started the domino effect of destroying every happy place in my life, starting in my own home and spreading it to everyone in the whole fucking world.

Him, was my father. Michael Austin. He walked out on us 5 years ago, after he saw that he had no more use for us and partly because I threatened to call the police and have him arrested. He was an achololic. A very deadly achololic. Most of my childhood memories were of him drinking beer after beer after beer. He yelled at me. He hit me. He hurt me. He hurt my family. And he hated me because I told him to leave once I was fed up with his actions and how he was treating my mother. I told him to leave and never come back. He followed that for 5 years. But he broke it today. Right now. He broke it. And I hated him even more. I wanted to punch him hard with the smug smile he had on his face, as if those 12 years of torture and pain never happened.

"Emma, sweetheart? Are you listening to me?" My mother said as she stepped back confused. Then she saw the glare of hatred I had on Michael and sighed.

"Emma, calm down. It's okay. He's not going to do anything to us anymore." She whispered quietly. She hugged me again trying to get my muscles to relax but they wouldn't cooperate with her. I clenched my hands into tight fist as Michael stood up and turned to face me. My jaw tightened as I saw those monstrous brown eyes look upon mine. And that face. That face that loomed in my nightmares. The face, that I dreaded to see in person again. The very own face of my father.

"Hello, Emma." Michael said. How dare he say my dare so calmly now. He never said it when he talked to me. He always screamed it and there was never an "I love you" with it either. Oh how I hate this man. I started to tense up as he walked closer to me. My mother let go and was now standing on my left as my sisters watch closely ready stop the situation if the stakes rose. Even though I was the youngest, I had the most gust to stand up to my father and stop him from his seemingly endless torture.

He walked closer and stopped when he was about 2 feet away from me. I looked up at him, staring him down, trying to make him feel small even though that wasn't going to happen because he was a foot taller than me, but I was trying.

"What are you doing back here?" I hissed. The anger in my body rose so high when he simply smiled in return to my question. "What are you doing here?" I repeated again looking deep in his eyes trying to get an explanation out of him before I kicked him out of this house. He looked at me with those cruel brown eyes.

I stepped back shivering as I saw the hatred in his eyes return in his eyes. I struggled to regain my voice as I returned my gaze to him.

I took a long breath before I started to speak again. "I'm sorry did you not hear me, father?" I snarled at him. I felt my mother flinch next to me and my sisters looked at each other because of the coldness of my voice. He opened his mouth and then shut it. He looked me back in the eye and I felt my muscles tense even more tightly. I studied his dreadful looking face. His jet black hair was gelled back and his pale cheeks that had some fading scars from the fights he use to get in because he was too fucking drunk to care about who got hurt. His left eye brow had a bald spot from where he got 10 stiches because of one of his brawls.

He looked to the ground and said very quietly "Can you three leave please? I wish to speak to Emma alone." My mom nodded slightly and walked into the living room turning back to look at me with caring eyes as she disappeared into the other room. My sisters looked at each other, before hoping off the stools at the island and followed my mother into the other room. My jaw tightened as I saw my only protection and witnesses walked away leaving me with the escaped prisoner. I turned to face him, only to jump back as I saw the hatred and craziness that I always saw reappear in his eyes. My breathing started to pick up and my courage start to fade along with my sisters going into the other room.

"Listen here, you little shit." Michael said harshly. I turned back at him, wide eyed. I started to shake uncontrollably. I could feel the amount of fear in my eyes to start to pour out just like the old days. He smirked at me, proud of the state he was leaving me in with that one statement. "See your still just the small, weak, stupid, ugly girl I left 5 years ago to fend for herself. What happened to that strong girl? The strong girl who had the guts to stand up to me? Hmm?" He spit at me as I was backed into the kitchen wall. I yelped as he threw a punch near the side of my head, shaking the picture above me of me, my mother, and my 2 sisters. My teeth start to chatter against each other as I felt my knees about to give out.

Michael leaned down, and whispered in my ear, a chilling voice that put goose bumps all over my body. "Your so pathetic that you cant even talk now. That happened? You seemed so strong 3 minutes ago." I felt tears stinging the sides of my eyes blurring my vision. "Wait did happen to me?" I thought to myself still unable to find my voice. "Why can't I stand up to him?" Michael leaned back as I slid down the wall until I collapsed in a heap of limbs on the floor. I was so scared of him, I couldn't face him by myself. I started to sob, letting the tears run down my face until they splashed on the floor like a person jumping into a swimming pool.

"That's right. Cry. Cry like the little girl you are and always will be." Michael said as he started to walk away. I clenched my jaw and struggled to stand up leaning against the wall for support. I started to feel the courage flow back into me as I took a step towards him. I told myself after he left to not let people treat me the way he did. But obviously I wasn't keeping up to that hope. I hated feeling like I couldn't stand up for myself when it came to my father or Tom. And I was going to do everything in my power to change that. I wasn't going to let men decide on how my life would work out or anyone. I took another step towards my father feeling not only the courage but the anger I had towards him start to reflow in a continuous circuit of energy throughout my small body. He turned around. I felt all the feelings I had towards this man go right into my right hand that was clenched into a tight fist that seconds after he turned connected right to the side of his face. It took all the energy I had left to punch Michael before, like him, I fell on the floor. I was completely exhausted, my tiny figure felt weak as if I had just sprinted a marathon. My head ached with a huge headache, my stomach was throbbing and I saw black dots in my vision. The last thing I remember was my mother rushing into the kitchen screaming my name, before everything went black again, for the second time today. But at least I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the road I hoped as I fluttered into mood of unconsciousness sprawled on the kitchen floor.

So ya that's chapter 5.. sorry its not that good I have a writers block midway through this is. Did you like Emma's sudden power move? You don't see that in most fanfics.