The Unwanted Life

The Unfortunate, The Blind, And The Douchebag

The door swung open hitting the wall behind it, the sound echoing throughout the house. I sat with my younger sister hiding underneath the dining room table terrified of the brute on the other side of the room. I heard "him" run up the stairs the medication in his pocket colliding with each other while he took the next step. I heard the footsteps fade and I then knew it was safe to come out from under the table.
My name is Savannah and I'm 17 years old. I have two little sisters whose names are Brianna and Isabella. Both 16 and 6. This is my story on how I lived the past 4 years of my life in fear of something bad happening to not only me, but my little sisters.
Now, lets back up a couple years to where this all started.
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"No, mom, please I don't want to move. We just got here." I said begging my mom to stay in our little house in Northern California.
"Savannah, we have no choice my work is transferring me back to San Diego." My mom replied to my little rant with annoyance dripping from her tone of voice.
I sighed knowing I wouldn't win this argument. I just slumped down in my seat looking out my window watching the trees and buildings pass by. Usually some people are happy to move because that means you get to start over. But it gets annoying if you're only 13 and you have moved to 7 different houses because your mother happens to be a travelling nurse. I opened my mouth ready to talk but she beat me to it.
"Savannah, we are leaving in a week and I want to go out with my friends. I need you to help Ms. Castaneda since you're the only one that can communicate with her." I rolled my eyes knowing that Ms. Castaneda would just sit on her lazy ass watching her spanish Soap Opera. Her saying every minute "Julio, no te puedes enganar a Vanessa." (Julio you can't cheat on Vanessa.) or "Danny, no puedes estar muerto." (No Danny you can't die.) while I'm standing at the sink washing the dishes from dinner, occasionally giving death glares to her.
"Did you hear me?" my mother asked raising her tone.
"Yeah, I did." I replied softly.
"Well, it would be nice for some acknowledgement!" she snapped at me.
"Sorry." I whispered looking at my lap.

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In the year of 2010 we had finally found a house on the border of San Diego and Chula Vista. In that same year I had become a parent to my own mother, as well.
"Hey, since you won't let me go out tonight, Dave is coming over here." my mom said with a smirk playing at the end of her lips. Dave,if you haven't caught on yet, was her loser boyfriend. It seemed like everyone around me, except for my mother, could see that he was only with her for her money.
"No, he's not coming here. If he does, I'm going to hang out with Ryan." I said in retaliation. Ryan, the boy that lived directly across from me at the time, was one of the closest friends I had made there.
"Whatever. Just don't give any death glares to Dave. He thinks you hate him."
"I do hate him, Brianna hates him, Isabella hates him, everybody hates him." I said shouting the last part.
"Oh my gosh. The Bible says not to hate anyone." She replied shifting her weight from one side to the other.
"Okay since when did you start following The Bible's rules? I hear the noises from your room. Nothing Jesus related happens in there." I yelled louder than I did before. She blushed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Alright. Thats it, you're grounded. No Ryan, no phone, no friends." I rolled my eyes and smiled knowing that she would probably forget by tomorrow. My smile faded when I heard her mumble, "Like you have any." under her breath. My jaw dropped appalled at what she just spoke.
"Okay, I do have friends they just don't come over to jump in bed with me like yours." I bit back hoping it would hit a weak spot.
With that just said, she slapped me, hard, leaving a red mark where her hand connected with my cheek. "Shouldn't have said that, huh?" she retorted, her tone having malice in every word she said to me.
I ran outside to the back and climbed onto our large trampoline before pulling my phone out of my pocket. I clicked on my favorite song and listened while inaudible whimpers escaped my lips.
"I could never get over how amazing your voice is." I heard a voice from a few feet away. Turning my head slightly, I saw Ryan slowly walking towards the trampoline. His smile quickly faded when he saw my teary eyes and cheeks. "Should I even ask what happened?" He asked. By the time he had gotten to the foot of the trampoline, he discovered my bruised cheek. "Ugh, again?" I slightly nodded as I let more tears fall down my cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a dysfunctional hug. I gave out a tiny laugh. "I'm so sorry, I wish there was something I could've done. Where are the girls?"
"Inside watching TV." I somewhat hiccupped out.
"Okay. Let's go get them, we can all play Clue again." he suggested before giving me a weak smile. I nodded, smiling in return. He followed me into the house where we found the girls and played Clue for the next hour and a half.
As we were wrapping up our fifth game of Clue, the monster, also known as my mother, walked in totally drunk, clutching her also drunk boyfriend for support. The four of us stopped what we were doing to look at the two horrid people in the room. I tore my gaze away from them to look at 13 year old Brianna and 3 year old Isabella. I gave them a small smile before saying, "I think it's time for bed. Wanna help me, Ryan?" I looked over at him and he smiled showing his teeth.
"Sure." he replied. We walked up the stairs, him carrying Isabella and me walking alongside Brianna.
I carefully tucked Isabella in, kissing her on the forehead. "You're a really good sister, you know that?" I turned around to find Ryan leaning against the doorframe then turned back around towards my sisters. He moved from the wall and walked over to me. "You're so beautiful at the same time." He gave me that amazing smile I adored. I shyly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear feeling the blood rise to my cheeks. I soon looked down, admiring my 3 year old, worn out shoes. He tore my gaze away by lifting up my chin with his thumb and forefinger, meeting his blue eyes. As he began to close the space between us, I heard a knock in the doorway causing me to jerk my head in the direction it came from. I saw my mother with a questioning, but also evil expression on her face.
"Well, well... what do we have here?" she asked in a pernicious tone. Ryan and I looked back at each other and realized how close our bodies were, before we took at least two steps back.
"Nothing." I mumbled below a whisper.
"Well, I should get going anyway. It's getting pretty late." Ryan said. I nodded my head agreeing with him as my gaze locked with the floor again, my blood now boiling.
"Uhm- I'll walk you out." I offered, looking up, with the same smile on my face. I soon began to walk out of the room making sure to bump into my mom on the way out.
He followed me back downstairs and over to the front door. He stopped and turned around when he was halfway out the door. "Thanks, I had fun." I told him with a small smile, "you really helped me get my mind off of things."
"I would do anything for you, Savannah Banana." Ryan said chuckling a bit at the end. I laughed remembering that stupid nickname he gave me a couple months back. "Did I ever tell you how much I love your laugh?" he asked. I must've been as red as a tomato.
"No." I said shyly looking down at the ground again. When I finally decided to glance back up at him, he was leaning in. My mind was racing, saying 'This is it. I'm finally going to kiss him. Thee Ryan Kayne. But he's my best friend. Eh, who cares.' I closed my eyes waiting for our lips to finally touch, when the door swung open standing before us was my mom's boyfriend, Dave.
"What the hell are you two doing? Boy, just go home already!" Dave yelled. I looked down and shook my head in disbelief. 'Unbelievable. Why can't anyone wait five seconds! Five freaking seconds!'
"I'll see you tomorrow, Sav." Ryan said finally ripping his gaze from Dave to me. And with that, he ran to his house. I, then, turned around and began to walk back upstairs, when Dave grabbed a hold of my forearm.
"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled soon discovering my bruised cheek from earlier. He looked at me with a devious smirk before saying, "Wow, your mom hit you good, but not good enough. Maybe I should finish what she started." I heard venom dripping from his every word. With his hands balled up into fists, I took two blows to the face resulting me to fall back onto the floor. I begged him to stop with all energy I had left in me. I could tell he was no longer listening after I felt pains in my abdominal area. And by that time, I had blackened out from the previous blows to my face.