MY SECRET

Chapter 3

As I get into my house, I see my drunken excuse of a mother passed out on the couch in the living room, the T.V on. Lately, for the past years my mom has had a drinking problem. I just stand there eyeing her until I hear the door open and my little sister Emma barges in; well she wasn't so little she was just a year younger than me.

"Hey big sis" She called out, walking towards me "What's wrong? What you starin­­g at? Ugghh mom. She's always like that every time I come back from school. It's irritating. Sometimes she even vomits on herself and the couch and I spend hours trying to clean it up and sometimes when I tell her that she needs to go to rehab or get help, she hits me and I often land in the hospital. "

I eye my sister in disbelieve, I only thought it was me that our mother hit and besides I thought she adored my little sister and could never lay a finger on her. Little did I know that I was wrong.

"How long was I gone? Why didn't you tell me all this since?" I finally speak up

"I d-dunno" She shrugs "But it's okay now, I just avoid her and all her trouble. Anyway that's past let's go find something to eat" She says pulling me into the kitchen. "What do you wanna eat? There's some leftover mac and cheese or how about Chinese.

"What are you doing here?" Our bastard of a mother says with a sassy and confused tone.

"What kind of dumb question is that? We live here" I roll my eyes.

"Don't you ever dare talk to me like that in your life again, you dumb slut" She shouts with a stern voice, pointing her finger at me.

"Don't call her that!" My sister scolds trying to defend me.

"It's okay lil sis, she's just drunk" I say trying to assure me little sister that I'm fine.

"Mom go rest, you need it" I say calmly

"I don't need anything especially not from you!" She roared

"Look mom, I've had a stressful day and I don't have time for your nonsense. So if you'll excuse me I'll be in my room." I try walking out before a hand grabs my arm aggressively and turns me around and hear my sister gasp loudly. I then realize what happened; my mom just slapped me.

"What the f*ck?" I yelp out I pain "How dare you slap me?

"I told you never to talk to me like that again and you still did, so I slapped you!"

"F*ck you mom!" I scream as I storm out of the house, grabbing me keys and bag.

I drive to my dad's apartment. He's been living here ever since he and our mom got separated 5 years ago. He left her because she was always getting drunk and would most often hit him and she cheated on him times without number. Most times she would even come home with strange men when he travelled. He got sick and tired of it so he left. As I reached my dad's apartment, I unlocked the door and walked in. He gave me the key a long time ago when I confessed to him about that my mom hits me.

"DAD!" I yelled

"I'm in the kitchen!" He called out "What's wrong?"

"It's mom" I cried as I rushed to him, sobbing like a baby on his chest. He held me and let me cry for a while before pulling me from him and cleaning my tears away.

"What did she do? Did she hit you?" He rushed out in one breath while examining my face.

"I...uh...got back from school and found her drunk on the couch, then Emma came in and told me how she would usually come home and find mom passed out drunk and sometimes with vomit on herself and on the couch and how she would hit her and often times would land in the hospital. Then we were in the kitchen and mom came in and started shouting and then I tried to walk away, when she pulled me back and slapped me" I slowly explained to my father and when I was done, I turned my face so he could see the mark she left on my face.

He shook his head and let out a depressing sigh "You can sleep here tonight if you want to" He says finally with an ashamed and disappointed look on his face.

I hug him one more time before going to my room in his apartment. He specifically bought a four bedroom apartment just in case of emergencies like this. I flop on my bed and close my heavy eyes; the experience of that day replays in my head for some reason:

...I remember how his hand moved from the back of my neck to my back and gently reaching and cupping my ass. He gently squeezed it at a soft minimum speed. After a while of soft pleasure, he pulls me closer to him, so close that I felt his hardened cock on my crotch. He pulled me away, before immediately slamming me back onto him, harder and rougher this time. I know it wasn't enough to turn me on, but it did. I felt my nipples harden. A soft moan escaped from my mouth. He smiled at my reaction, let go of my ass and slamming his lips into mine...

Ding! Ding! Ding! I hear my phone chime, interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to earth. I slid my phone out of my back pocket and see the texts are from Alex.

Bestie :)

Hey Dani. I've called you three times but you're not picking up. What's up??????

Bestie :)

Hey are you okay???????

Bestie :)

Answer me!!!!!! :/

Bestie :)

Dani!!!!!!!!

Me:

Calm down Alex

Me:

One at a time

Me:

I went to my dad's house

Bestie :)

Why did you go there: /

Me:

I dunno. I miss him I guess

I've never told Alex about what I go through at home, not that I don't trust him enough or anything, it's just... I don't know I just never did or had the guts to. Every time I come to school with anew scar or injury on my face of body, I just lie that something else happened

Me:

Look Alex, I'm tired I'll see you tomorrow in school.

Me:

G'night. Love you :)

Bestie :)

Aii. Love you too. Night

I turn my phone off, dump it by my side and fall asleep.