Skai's New Life (COMPLETED)

Chapter 5

Thanks to those who like my story so far. This chapter is quite eventful/emotional. Enjoy.....SN: The picture is of Sebastian

Chapter 5

            The house was so quiet you could hear someone breathing in another room. After last night’s non sense, no one went anywhere to get the paint. The twins had figured out what happened by eavesdropping on my mom and Joe talking last night before they went to sleep. They came to my room to ask questions but it was past 9 o’clock so I told them it was past their bed time. They didn’t need to know all the details. Sebastian hasn’t come out of his room all morning and he’s been up since 8. It was now 12:30 and he hasn’t gone down stairs for lunch. I get off my bed and walk to his room. Maybe I could talk to him. I knocked on his door and he didn’t answer. “Come on, I know you’re in there.” I said still knocking on the door. I heard him get off of his bed and come towards the door. I’m thinking he’s going to open the door but I hear him lock it. “Go away, Skai.” He said behind the door. “That was so rude, Sebastian. Open the door. I know you need someone to talk to. Open the door, fool.” I stood there for another 30 seconds then he finally opened the door. “I got busted for having weed, now I’m on house arrest and I have community service after it. There you have it. Now, go.” He said very dry and fast trying to close the door. I put my hand up to stop it and I walked in his forever dirty room. “Close the door and come here.” I sat on his bed patting it for him to sit next to me. I smiled so he’d know I was only trying to be his big sister. He gave a big sigh and sat down next to me. “I don’t know what it is that you’re trying to do by getting into trouble but you have got to stop.” I started. He lowered his head. “Do you know how lucky you are for Joe being at that gas station last night? You would have gone to juvie for years, boy. That’s not the type of example you wanna set for Sean is it?” I asked. He shook his head. “I know so you have got to turn yourself around.”  He nodded but still held his head down. We were quiet for a minute. I looked around his room and saw a picture of our dad on his dresser. I got up and looked at it. It reminded me so much of when I was little. I remember how I learned the hard way who my dad was.

Flashback:

            I hear the door slam open and heard running through the hall. What is that? I hear a glass fall and break. I opened my bedroom door and saw a man punching my dad in the face. My dad was fighting back but it was no use. The man was clearly much larger. I run out to try to help my dad but I’m only four. What can I do? “Honey, go back in your room!” my dad yelled. “Get off my daddy!” I yelled to the man fighting my dad. I ran to him and started hitting him but he threw me to the side and I started crying. What grown man hits a little kid? It apparently put some strength into my dad because he threw the man off of him and punched and kicks him as hard as he can. I try to stand but I’m in so much pain that I can’t. Then I realize that when the man threw me, I had hit my head and now blood is falling down. I cried harder as my dad beat the man up…

        I stared at the picture and felt so sad. My dad was a bad person back then and it got me hurt. Because he stole people’s things like money and drugs, it got me hurt that day. “What’s wrong?” Sebastian said walking up behind me. That’s when it hit like a ton of bricks.  Sebastian was just like my father and he wanted to be. He was only 2 when that incident happened but 4 years ago, right when Sean was born, he saw who my dad really was. He was a drug dealer and I believed him to be a murderer. Now I understand why I act the way I do toward Sebastian. “Sebastian, be you. Dad wouldn’t want you to act this way.” I said before leaving his room. I went to my room and started crying. I missed my dad so much but it hurt me to see him. He was such a bad person and that was the reason my mom asked for a divorce. We haven’t seen him since then. I realize how strong my mom is because she raised 5 kids on her own. Every woman can’t do that.