Deal with the Devil

Memories...

Continuing...

He broke the kiss just as a silent, but deadly, hiss from someone, I knew was Jesse. I looked up and found Jesse staring at us like he was getting ready to kill...

Jesse glared wholeheartedly at the his brother and I.

"Jesse ---" I started.

"What the hell are you doing? Did I not tell you to stay away from them?" he growled out through gritted teeth at me.

I gasped, shocked. "Jesse! You know ---"

"That you never listen? Yes! I know that pretty well now," he growled out his anger at me.

I tried to keep it in, but it was impossible. A sob broke out and the waterworks erupted. I couldn't help the memories, that I'd tried to forget, come crashing back to the present.

Forgetting everything else, I jumped out of the car and took off back in the direction we'd come, sometimes taking shortcuts through the woods. Not wanting to be found, I sped on foot to my palace in Italy. I was pretty sure no one would come here since I had my palace under one of my pseudonyms.

As soon as I got in, I locked the doors and sped up to the middle floor where the biggest bedroom was. I closed that door and locked it too as the tears blurred my vision to the max. I collapsed onto the bed as the old memories restarted.

When I was fourteen, I had just gotten back from school and was in my gym shorts and a tight t-shirt. When I walked through the door, I found my dad sitting in the living room drunk like never before. In fact, this was my first time seeing him like that.

"Dad?" I'd asked. "What's going on?" I dropped my bags to the floor and ran over to him.

And that was when I heard it. My mom's voice crying for help. I found her in the kitchen locked under the sink cabinet. The image of her when I opened that door was immediately carved into my brain.

I helped her out and sat her in a chair. I grabbed a towel and warmed and wet it and softly pressed it against her wounds. I flinched and cried when she whimpered. Her face was horrible.

ON her left cheek was the print of a frying pan, and it bled. Her right cheek had a fist and ring print on it. It too bled and swell up badly. It turned pink, purple, and blue. Her lip was busted and bleeding, getting worse by the second. Both of her eyes were black and slowly closing up.

I gave the towel to her, and she pushed it onto her wounds, and leaped up to get more towels and ice. I helped her hold it to her face. When most of the swelling went down, I have her the ice and towels to let her take care of the rest.

Angry as all outside, I stormed back into the living room where my drunken father sat. "What the heck happened to my mom?!" I'd screamed at him.

He stood and threw the bottle onto the couch. "Don't you scream at me young lady! I didn't do anything she didn't ask for."

"You freaking bastard! How dare you-" I let out a shriek as I fell to the floor. He had slapped me down with the back of his ring finger.

"Get up to you bedroom! NOW! I'll be up there later!" He yelled at me. He threatened me, saying unless I wanted to look like my mom, I'd better not tell.

After that, every other night he came home late, drunk. Every one of those nights, for four years, I stayed in my room, out of his way. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for my mom. She was always severely beaten and never left the house.

One night though, he took it too far. He came up into my room one late night. I always slept in nothing but a long shirt with the door locked. Unfortunately, that night, I had forgotten.

I was asleep when he came in but woke up fully when he nearly blasted the radio up until the volume couldn't go any higher. I covered my ears.

"Dad?" I had asked. Before I knew it, a body crawled onto mine under the covers. My heart raced, and I tried to scream, but a hand covered my mouth. The other hand grabbed both of my wrists and held them over my head. Tears quickly streamed down my face as I hurt that night.

The next morning, I woke to find my dad lying under the covers with me, snoring. When I pulled the covers back, everything that happened that night rushed back to me and I jumped out of bed to get dressed.

When I was done, I unlocked my door quietly and silently crept out of the house; I ran to the police department and told them everything.

After going through the police procedure, they went straight to my house and arrested my dad. They said they found him in my bed the same way I did that morning, but I didn't go back with them to get him. It was too much.

The court found him guilty of adult and child abuse and rape. He's been in jail ever since then. Everything got put in me and my mom's name.

It was this that made me decide to become a strong, independent woman.

I brought myself back to the present and dried my tears. I'd stay here for a while. I lay under my covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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