In The Past

Chapter 2

"Daddy, stop!" I yelled, helplessly. There wasn't anything I could do, but I tried to stop him anyway.

"Go, Sierra! Hide!" my mother yelled. I ignored her. I couldn't stand up to my father, but I wasn't leaving my mother here like this.

He hit her again and again and I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping he would stop, but he kept hitting her and she screamed in pain, covered in blood now. I ran over to him, my tiny balled up fists pounding against his back as hard as I could, which wasn't much, but I was willing to try to stop him.

He stopped and turned around, his bloodshot eyes looking directly into mine. I tried to be brave, but I failed. "This is it," I thought. "I'm dead. He is going to kill me."

His arm rose in the air and I flinched away. I know I should have run while I had the chance, but I was completely frozen. I tried running, but I couldn't move an inch. A million thoughts flooded my mind, but they were all interrupted by his large hand striking me, sending me to the ground.

He grabbed me and shook me around and hit me, I cried for help, but I knew nobody could hear me. I was helpless. I was weak. "Why do you hate me, Daddy!?" I cried. He continued shaking, harder. "Sierra!" Huh? "Sierra!"

"Sierra!” My eyes flew open and I fell into a panic. I thrashed around praying for the shaking to stop, when I realized it was my older brother, Tristan.

"Sierra, it's okay, it was only a dream." He comforted me. I immediately burst into tears. I was both horrified and relieved at the same time. I sobbed into his shoulder and he held me, rocking back and forth slightly until my breathing started to go back to its normal pace.

"It was him. That night, Tristan. He was-"

"Shh, it's okay. That was eleven years ago. He isn't here. He won't hurt you, I promise." He assured me. Tristan was always there for me when I was in pain. Through all of the bullying and suffering, he has always been there for me. Most people would call their siblings annoying and obnoxious, but here I am in my older brothers arms for comfort.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked me again.

"Yeah. I'm just overwhelmed." I said, truthfully.

"Okay, well you should probably get ready for your first day of school. You're going to be late." I had forgotten about school up until now. I don't want to go anyway. I want to go back to Orlando. It was nice there, and really warm. But nope, here I am stuck getting ready for school in freaking Massachusetts.

"Yeah." Was all I said before going downstairs to the bathroom and turning on the shower. I looked in the mirror and saw the monster I was. What is on my face? I prodded at the blemishes on my face, thinking about all of the numerous supermodels with a perfect complexion.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, letting warmth spread throughout my body. The sound of the water rhythmically hitting the floor relaxed me. I washed my hair and shaved the small stubble on my legs quickly before getting out. I wrapped the towel around my body, and stepped out of the bathroom, glancing at the clock.

8:13

Okay, I still had time. Walking into my bedroom, I opened up my dresser to choose an outfit. I ended up wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a black tank top. After reaching into my makeup box to grab what I needed, I applied a thin line of eyeliner and some mascara, with a small coat of lip gloss to top it all off. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time again.

8:19

Shit, I have like ten minutes to get there!

I grabbed my favorite hoodie and slipped on my uggs, then pulled my hair into a bun to get it out of my face. I ran frantically down the stairs.

"Off to school, Mom. Love you!" I shouted.

"Love you too, honey. Have a wonderful day and be safe!"

"Okay! Bye!" I ran out the door and dug into my pocket to grab my phone.

I immediately put in my headphones and went to my songs. After searching for what seemed like forever, I finally found the song I was looking for. Three more songs passed before I finally got to the school. I could literally see all of the cliques already. The Jocks, the Preps, the Nerds, the Techies, the Cheerleaders, the Bad Boys and even more.

Oh god. This is a huge mistake.