Players Girl

Chapter 27: Oh Mal

"Malia?" I faintly heard a guy's voice next to me but it hardly did an effect. 

"Mathew! Get your ass in here, your sister deserves her punishment. You, son, belong inside with some hot chocolate," my father smiled.

"She's freezing," I shook violently as Mathew cradled me in his arms.

"Mathew!" My mother's high pitched screamed was heard from inside.

"G-go, don-don't m-make mom ma-mad," I shivered looking up into his eyes. I could see he was torn on what to do.

"I will be back with blankets, stay here. Mom and dad know the neighbors to well," Mathew kissed my cheek. 

"Good choice son," father patted him in the back before slamming the door. The cold was everywhere and the snow was making me become wet. After what felt like hours I stood up and knocked on the door.

"What does she want?" My mother was never on the quiet side.

"Yes Mal?" My father's tone suggested he was bored.

"I-I'm cold," I rubbed my arms up and down my arms.

"Okay," he shut the door causing wind to hit my face.

"I-I," I was about to cry when Mathew opened the door.

"Malia!" Mathew grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. He yanked me until I was sitting by the fire.

"What is she doing in here! She needed to be there for at least another hour for that attitude," my mother dug her nails in my skin. This time I didn't pull away feeling the warmth her hands carried as it wrapped around my arm.

"Get off of her! She's your daughter!" Mathew stood up. My mother wasn't very tall and without her heels they were almost the same height. However she was wearing her heels and looked down at him. 

"You both ruined my life, how do you think I feel?! She deserves nothing!" My mother shouted. She looked at my and swung her arm so that I would be in front of her. It never happened since she slammed me into our glass table. She let go from the thump causing me to go head first, the table shattered.

"Look what you did!" My father was standing over me shouting. He grabbed the collar of my cami and yanked me up to my feet. I felt the warmth of blood dripping down the side of my head and down my leg. 

"You!" My mother now pierced her nails into my brothers neck. "You are just as bad as your sister!"

"I can't even look at either of you right now," my father let go and stormed up the stairs.

"This is why no one likes either of you!" My mother shouted as she rushed over the only person she will ever love. 

"Mal? Oh no, Mal come on. We need to get you all warm and cleaned up," my brother grabbed both of my arms as I stood staring into his eyes. He was pleading me to do something but I couldn't hear anything. 

That was the last thing I remember before waking up in that small bathtub with my hands over my mouth. I felt the tears running down my face when the door began getting pounded on. 

"No no no no no please," I whispered as the tears kept coming.

"Your wasting warm water!" My father screamed through the door. I heard his heavy, tired footsteps began climbing up the stairs. 

"Mal, Mal are you okay?" Mathew whispered just loud enough for me to hear him. I nodded my head before I uncovered my mouth I went to talk but instead I whimpered. "Open the door Malia, after you cover up."