The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 10 Nightmares

As I stepped inside the small single storey house I was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol. I was exhausted because of my long day of school and work and didn't want to get into any unneeded trouble. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and grabbed an apple and a waterbottle and started to make my way to my room. The house was unnervingly quiet and I had a bad feeling in my stomach about the next up coming moments.

I walked down the short hallway towards my room and the sound of my soft footsteps and the floor creaking beneath my feet were the only sounds filling the scilence. Just as I was about to open the door to my room I heard the door next to my room slam open so hard that it hit the wall in the process.

As I looked up at who opened the door I saw the figure of my drunken father. He was glaring at me from the doorway with a glare that could freeze hell over.

"Where have you been?" He asked me with a raised voice, but he wasn't yelling. Yet.

"I-I was at w-work." I anwsered him slightly stuttering. He took a step closer to me, his big frame towering over my small twelve year old figure.

"How much money did you make?" He asked me and held out his hand towards me. "Give me the money."

I started shaking slightly. I knew what was going to happen. It was inevitable. "I d-didn't get th-the money yet."

Not two seconds later his fist came in contact with my left cheek. I yelped in pain as I stumbled backwards slightly.

That proved to be a mistake. Every time I would flinche he would hit me twice. He had done this many times before, so it wasn't anything new to me, but after my day I just wasn't prepared for the beating I was about to recive.

He grabbed my neck and slammed me agains the nearest wall. My head collided with the wall painfully, but I didn't even flinch. I had learned pain tolerance a long time ago. He started kicking me in the stomach.

"You worthless pice of meat. You don't deserve to live." He growled out as he kept kicking me in the ribs. I knew that at least three ribs had already brocken. But still. I kept my blank face and tried my best to endure the pain and the endless beating.

"...wake up! Hey! Can you hear me?!"

My eyes snapped open and I shot up from my laying position on the bed and I felt someones hand on my shoulder.

Without thinking about it twice, I grabbed the hand off my shoulder and twisted it behind the attackers back. I heard a painful groan come from the person I had currently pinned down on the bed facing the mattress.

Oh my god.

Suddenly I realized it was Brooke I had pinned down. I quickly released her and got up from the bed.

"I'm sorry." was all I said before walking into the bathroom and locking the door.

I faced the mirror and looked at the reflection it held. The person that looked back at me had blank, dark and emotionless eyes. There were also bags under her eyes. This person was nothing like the girl I was fifteen years ago. I know it is a long time and that people change, but when I look at Brooke, I still see some of that small five year old girl she was all those years ago in her eyes. But mine, they held no resemblance to the sweet little girl I was.

I tought back to the nightmare I just had. The last time I had one of those was almost four years ago.

"You don't deserve to live."

His words played over and over again in my head just like all those years ago.

Why would the nighmares come back now?