Scars and past times

Chapter 3 Black and Blue

I finally made it home after dropping Billy off. I was tired and exhausted after all the drama. My mom was asleep as usual in her bed with some empty pill bottles for depression and a bottle of alcohol. I've been trying to get her to stop the drinking and less of the pill taking but all I get is a "yes I know and I will stop, I promise." I shower away the alcohol stained scent on my body and the previous night with Billy. I slip on my pajamas and skip straight to bed leaving my makeup on to crisp onto my pillow. My eyes slowly drift away and close.

The next morning I awake at 7:30am. I grab the egg carton out of the fridge and the half empty orange juice container. I open the eggs with only 2 remaining. My idea of a scrambled egg morning collapses and I think straight to fried eggs. I grab bread from the broken cabinet and place it into the slow frustrating toaster that only works on some days. I crack the eggs into a pan and slowly cook them. Dirty dishes surround the sink and are awaiting to be cleaned. As the eggs cook I clean the dishes and place them strategically in the dish washer. The eggs finish cooking and I place them on the half burnt toast that are on top of two small plates. After I place the eggs carefully on the toast I grab the orange juice and pour 2 glasses half full. Breakfast scents fill the kitchen and my mouth waters. I fix the breakfasts onto a platter and brig it to my moms room. She awakes with the scent of eggs and toast in her nostrils. She reaches for her food and begins to eat without a good morning to me. I eat with her and don't speak. She likes quiet mornings. Once she finishes I grab her plate and cup and scurry to the kitchen. I clean up the kitchen and get ready for the day. I then tell my mom I'm leaving and to get out of the house. No response. I take my keys and drive to Billy's hoping that we can discuss what happened and have a peaceful day together.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! My knuckles bruise the door and the sound of footsteps gets louder and louder. The squeak of the door knob twists and another drunk Billy appears. His clothes from last night are still on his wretched body with stains of alcohol all around the collar of his shirt. I'm shocked at the sight of another drunk Billy. He mumbles "come in baby" and grabs my arm. I try to move backward and he grabs my waist tightening his grasp. He throws me on the ground and locks the door behind him. My body aches from the fall and I try to get up. A loud BANG echoes in the living room as he slams the door. I quiver with fear and tension flows in my body. He wobbles back and forth thinking of what to do with me. He then smiles and slowly pins my wrists down before I can get up. He kisses my neck softly and then moves to my lips. I like it but I don't want it. I struggle and try to get him off me. He moves back to my neck again sucking on my skin. He then pins his knees on my arms and unbuckles his belt. I can't do this anymore and knee him straight in the back. He arches his back from the  hit and falls over. I kick him twice and run to the door. I'm shaking and begin to unlock the painted white chipped door. All of a sudden I feel a firm hand on my shoulder throwing me to the ground again. He has a bottle of vodka in his hand and throws it at the ground close to my head. Glass and remaining vodka dig into my face. It stings and burns. He then punches me in the face with one harmful blow. It goes dizzy everywhere and I can't focus. All of a sudden I feel two aching pains in my side. He kicks me twice in the rib cage and another few times on my upper body. He goes to the kitchen to get another bottle of some sort of alcohol. Now is my time to run. I use all my strength and crawl slowly to the door. Without him noticing I reach for the door handle and open the door. I pull myself up using the door knob and limp to my car. Billy hears the door open and sprints toward me. I get in the car and drive away. Blood starts dropping from my head and from my nose. I lift my shirt to see where he had kicked me. Already, the skin started to turn black and blue. Blood drips onto the steering wheel and I drive home hoping my unfaithful mother will help me.