Help...

Part 4

It started out as a normal day, or as normal as the days could get anyway. I would get Ethan ready for the day, and pray he didn't cry, but it was too late. The wailing three-year-old cries echoed through the house, and soon enough my still drunk father, came storming up the stairs to the attic. Frightened he cried even louder, further enraging his intoxicated anger. I was stuck, caught between my father and little brother, but either way, I was bound to get burned by the fire in the monster's eyes. The grin of a serpent was brought to his face, and I feverishly tried to find a way to get my little brother to safety.

Escaping was my only chance, but where was I to escape to? The attic was two stories up, and there is no way I could jump down, and still escape with Ethan and me unharmed enough to get away. No matter how many times he hit me, I never got used to the pain. I didn't want Ethan to see that, so for the first time, I fought back. Ethan was still in my arms, and his horrid heartbreaking sobs quickly brought me back down to Earth. My father's fist aimed at my face, and almost in slow motion I swiftly walked out of the way, forcing him to slam into the rugged concrete walls. A splintered silence followed the events, and our mouths lay agape at the occurrence no one wanted to believe.

The untouchable front my father put up, now had a noticeable crack running across it. Not wasting any more time, I hauled Ethan and me down the steps as fast as my brittle legs could take me.

................................... Fathers Point of View.......................................................

The father simply stood there. As shocked as he could be, his face slowly twisting into a sneer as his thoughts deepened. He knew she escaped, but he couldn't find it in himself to go after her. She would be back. After all, they had nowhere else to go. "But the cops could get involved," his warped conscience growled at him.

"Questions would get asked. How did she get the bruises she's covered in? Why did she feel the need to take her brother? Why do they flinch when you get near them?" The more he listed, the heavier the shoulder sagged. The voice was right, and when she was back in his clutches he was going to make sure she never ran again.

Opening the door he was welcomed by the sight of his daughter coming out of a police car, getting escorted by the same cop who told us about her. Thinking fast, he composed himself, putting on a front of compassion and worry. Even if he was out of it, his acting skills didn't suffer in the slightest. When the officer wasn't looking, he shot the girl a warning look. Letting her know not to act out, if she knew what was good for her. "Lets hope he remembers us," he smugly thought.

He ran up to her and embraced her, squeezing her a little too tightly for her liking. "I was worried sick about you," the man exclaimed with fake relief plastered on his face. He grabbed her shoulders and looked her up and down, searching for any changes from when he last saw her. "What happened to you!? Who did this?," he seemingly angrily asked. Plastic tears he'd welled up in his eyes, and the officer slowly realized who he was. The man who lost his wife.

Sympathy coated his face, and he climbed back in his car watching the heartwarming scene unfolding in front of him. He watched as the girl sobbed in her father's chest while he held her tight and close. Concluding that there is nothing left to do, he drove the police car out of his driveway, and back to the station. Watching as the pair grew smaller into the distance. There was nothing more he could do, that he hadn't already done. He could always come back later for questioning.

Revulsion appeared on that fathers face as he shoved the girl harshly away from him. The act was lost as soon as it appeared. His true nature once again revealed, as the car was out of view. Looking around, realization hit him that his son was nowhere to be found. Anger struck him harder than ever, as he grabbed a handful of his daughters hair, and pulled her into the house. Moving up the stairs she struggles to get away, but he was determined to keep her for himself. "This is going to be fun," his eerily loud voice reflected off of walls in the utterly empty house. With the slam of a door, she knew nothing would ever be the same again.