Taken

Taken: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Life without mom was hard enough, just up to the point where my dad was arrested for child abuse. It was 17 days exact after mom died. He was always drunk with rings under his eyes after the shooting. He scared me. He scared my little brother Matt too.
One day Matt and I were coming home from my day at 6th grade, and his kindergarten. It was a long way home because dad forgot to pick us up from school that day. Probably dealing drugs or something. Haha. I kid, I kid.
Anyway, we entered the door when Matt said,
" Hi daddy!-"
" SHUT UP! " dad yelled throwing his whiski bottle across the room.
Next thing I know Matt is running up to dad and said,
" Daddy I'm hungry. Can you make me a- OW! "
My dad had slapped him. Matt was on the floor when dad was kicking him.
" Stop it! " I yelled. As he hit him again.
" I SAID STOP! " I said louder.
" You drunk jack ass! STO-" I couldn't believe it. Did this just happen? Yes. It did. He hit me. The man who gave me hugs, and kisses, and X and O's on my lunch bag was now giving me slaps and kicks and giving me a paper bag with a brown banana in it. I saw half of his bottle on the ground not broken. I ran over holding my bruised face and grabbed the part where you drink out of it.
I ran over and whacked that little crazy man in the head. He was on the ground passed out after I hit him. Matt's face was bloody and bruised. I couldn't help but yell out.
I ran to the phone. The 911 operator answered
" 911 operator can I help you? " said a young female voice.
" Yes my dad slapped me and almost beat my brother to death! "
" Ma'am please, calm down. Where is the man who committed the crime? "
" he's passed out on the floor! I got him in the head with a whiski bottle! Please help! " I said almost crying.
" Okay we're on our way. Hide until we get there. Do not come out until a cop finds you. Okay? Stay quiet. "
After I hung up the phone I picked up my sleeping brother and we hid in the upstairs closet for about 30 minutes when the cops stormed in my home. We were hiding for another ten minutes when a swat team member grabbed us. We were put on a truck to the hospital, and it turns out, my dad broke Matt's arm. Wonderful.
My face was fine but that evil man hit me so hard, he left a scar. It's right under my eye and to this day still is. I can't even look at myself with out crying. That scar is just a terrible reminder of that dredful day.
And that my friend, is how my many troubles began. Life is about to get weird for me. For Matt. For everyone remotely connected to me. And as I would say, let's get this over with.