Crafting Dead: Love stops for no one

Chapter 5: Our "Perfect" Family

(YN) = Your Name

(LN) = Last Name

(GT) = Gun Type

(EC) = Eye Color

(HC) = Hair Color

(HL) = Hair Length

(SC) = Skin Color

(N) = Nickname
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Your POV

Flashback

      Bright lights filled the sky what seemed like ever second of the night. I shot up out of my bed, panting, trying to recover from my nightly terror.

      Ever since my dad has told us kids what happened to mom, there had been dark dreams waiting for me behind closed eyelids. It was the same reoccurring dream, replaying in my head over and over again.

       I crawled out of my comfortable sheets and walk up to my full body mirror. Since those faithful two years ago, when we had to learn to adapt to our life without mom, I had grown. I had gotten a bit taller, my hair was a few centimeters longer, and my face matured.

Although I was amazed by my physical change, nothing would describe the truths the had been revealed to me.

Walking out of my room, I went to go check on the twins. Quietly opening the door leading to their room, to reveal yellow and blue painted walls. Against each half colored wall had two twin sized beds on each side of the room. Each bed contained a twin resting peacefully. Turning away before slowly closing the door, I herd my name being called.

"(YN)" Lilly called out to me.

"Yeah" I whispered in reply.

"I can't sleep, mom said you have to read to me" she tells me.

"Alright. If that's what mom wants" I weakly smile.

      Before grabbing a book from the book case, a loud groan is herd from Jonah. Lilly and Jonah both had different ways coping with mom being gone.

      Lilly seems to believe that mom is still around. She tends to day dream frequently and rant to the invisible air about her day, about our family, about life in general.

       Jonah, his way of coping is completely different from Lilly. He gets angry, depressed, even hostile. Whenever we mention mom, he completely goes off the charts. Screaming and anyone or thing that's around him. It also doesn't help that we have been cut back financial due to my fathers drinking habits.

           I can count all the times I've walked in to Jonah and dad arguing back and forth. Jonah screaming at dad that he needed help, dad screaming at Jonah to mind his own business. Then Jonah screaming at him how horrible a father dad has come to be. It ends with me having to shield Jonah from being smacked by a beer bottle.

"Grow up Lilly. Why don't you stop being so childish and learn to do things on your own. Moms gone and pretty soon we won't have (YN) to be watching over your cry baby butt all the time" Jonah sneered.

"Jonah quit it".

"At least I don't get all moody whenever someone tries to remember mom. (YN) at least still cares about this family" Lilly argues back.

"Lilly don't start."

"Family. What family? The one where dad drinks his life away, (YN) gets sleep deprived from your neediness, and I have to stand ten more years of your stupid and childish actions" Jonah yelled.

"We are fine and (YN) would never leave us" Lilly screamed back.

"Guys quit it."

"No matter what you will always be that sad little girl that can never tell the difference between life and death" Jonah roared with anger.

"If you kids don't shut up I'll make you" my dad screams louder than both of them combined.

      The sound of glass hitting the ground fills the silence. One bottle after another kept shattering. Eventually it stoped as fast as it came.

        All three of us had nothing to say, we knew one of us had to go down stairs and deal with my fathers rage. It always came down to me to deal with his fits of anger.

"Stay upstairs and lock the door when I leave" I tell them walking towards the door.

"(YN) please don't go" Lilly pleads.

"This was my fault, let me go" Jonah argues.

"Stop arguing with me and just do as I say. Everything would be a hundred times better if you two would just listen" I snapped back.

        Both of them jump back, I never had snapped at them before. I sighed and walk through the door shutting it behind me.

        Cautiously walking down the stairs, I get a full view of the living room. The sofa knocked on its side, the tv had a bat through it, and scattered across the floor were shards of glass.

          Carefully I start to pick up different shapes of shards. Some of them poking through my skin releasing the red liquid stored in my body.

         After picking up most of the glass, my dad foots steps approaches me. He's going to yell again.

"You wanna tell me why those damn kids were screaming".

"They were having a difficulty getting to sleep and were just tired".

"I told you two hours ago to make sure they were asleep. You lazy shit. You can't even do the simplest tasks".

"I'm sorry it won't happen again".

"I let you live in my house for free. All you have to do is take care of my kids and you can't even do that" he sneers.

"I'm your kid too" I remind him.

         He starts to laugh at my comment.

"You are not my kid. My kid would never be as much of a disappointment as you".

"I may not be blood but I'm still the kid you raised".

"And what a waste of time that was".

        He turns away, aiming to walk back up the stairs. I had it, I was done, and wanted answers.

"What did I ever do to you" I questioned him.

          He stops dead in his tracks at the sound of my voice. Not bothering to turn around and face me.

"I have done everything I could to make this work. I'm tired of it all. I just want to be happy again and all you want to do is make me a house maid. That isn't fair" I screamed at him.

       As quickly as the tension rose, I found myself being thrown into the wall. My fathers dead cold eyes stare intently at me.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me" he yelled in my face.

"Everything that has happened to make it so miserable is your own fault".

"Me being the offspring of a different man isn't my fault" I whimpered.

       He grabs my upper arm and slams me into the wall two more times before letting me go. I slid down the wall clutching my bleeding head and stare up at the abusive man.

"I don't care what had happened in the past between your mother and that man" he slurred.

         I start to cry as soon as I herd his next sentence.

"As long as you have his genes. It doesn't matter if I raised you or not, you will never be my daughter".

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