No Smiles to Smiles

Introduction

Your P.O.V ☁️

*THUMP*
The sound of my mother falling to the ground.
*CRIES*
The sound of my siblings crying.
*SHOUTS*
The sound of my dad yelling.

and me, well. I can't do much, except sit...and watch. I know right, "you're such a bitch". But it's true, I can't do much. My dad has abused my mom mentally and physically for months now. I'm afraid to cross my dad's line—one time I did, and he took his belt...and whipped me across the face. I still have a scar from it. People think it's a battle scar and that it's "unique". Pfft, unique my ass.

Johnny and Amalie my two younger siblings who are twins, ran into my arms and held on to me like they were on the verge of dying. They sunk their little heads into my shoulders and wiped the tears and blood that my father had gave them. I watched my mother lay helplessly on the floor as my father beat her. A tear gently burned my cheek as it streamed down my face. I carried both my siblings into their rooms like they were newborns.

"Ella" said Amalie quietly.
"Yes, Amalie?" I responded.
"Is mama going to be okay?" she said innocently.

I didn't respond right away, because I knew she wasn't going to be okay. Sooner or later, my mother was going to be beaten to death.

"Yes, don't you worry." I said grinning while wiping the fresh tear from her cheek. Amalie smiled, grabbed her stuffed bear and skipped to her play set. As she skipped away, my grin started to fade away. I hate lying to her, but I didn't want to tell her that her own mom was possibly going to die.

I looked at Johnny. He still had dried tear marks on his cheek, but he was a happy boy.
"Vroom, vroom!" said Johnny while playing with his toy cars. I smiled and walked into the hallway.

I looked around, but the hallway was quiet. No crying, no yelling, no screaming...it was just... silent. All there was, was just dried blood on the floor. I walked into my parents room and slightly cracked the door open. My mom was peacefully lying on the ground with bruises and dried blood all over her. My dad on the other hand was slouching in his chair, drinking beer, and watching porn. I looked at my mom one last time and closed the door quietly.

I quietly ran to my room. Grabbed my skateboard and phone, and quietly ran to my shoe rack. "Converse or Vans.....Vans." I said proudly. I grabbed my favorite pair of black hightop Vans, put them on, and quietly ran into the hallway. I opened the door that led to the outside world and closed it behind me. I jumped on my skateboard and skated to the skatepark.

End of Introduction.