CODE RED (Book 1)

Empty Inside

Empty Inside-9

The stillness in the house made me unsettled as I closed the front door behind me. I looked around at my surroundings to see everything was in order—meaning there was no sign of a fight like I had expected. I looked at the walls inspecting them to be covered in droplets of blood.

I felt my heart settle once I found the dry wall to be empty of any blood except for the kid pictures of me, mom and...dad. The fucker. I swear if he did anything to her—

"Gareki?" came a soft female voice I had been familiar with almost my whole life. It had come from the kitchen. There was no going back, Alex for sure already left once he saw me walk inside...I think. I felt like I could just say fuck it and run away at that moment like I had done last night with my dad. But no that would go against all I had said. I had to stay here to at least keep her safe or die trying.

"I'm here," I answered still at the front door taking off my converses. I picked them up before climbing the stairs quickly passing my mom up who had her back turned in the living room flicking through channels on the TV, I needed to ditch my bags before she asked questions of why I had them. I just hoped my dad didn't tell her I ran away last night. When she got mad let's just say it wasn't pretty, not as bad as my dads punishments, luckily.

I opened the door to my room only to be met by a huge mess. My eyes widened as I paused in place scanning the once neat floors which was now covered in ripped papers, pictures, and clothing from my open wardrobe and closet.

I felt my duffle bag slip off my shoulder and I let it as I continued to stare at the mess. I finally came to my senses as I moved towards my closet, I noticed the one most thing I cared about in my room was missing from it's rightful place. My electric guitar.

I scrounged around in my closet frantically looking under ever nook and cranny of tossed clothing and shoes. Having no luck I came out of my closet and looked in the piles of clothes that were on the floor not feeling or seeing any familiar black paint of my guitar.

"Gareki," Said my mom coming in the door way only to stop just like I had once I saw the huge mess.

"What is all this?" her voice sounded surprised.

I stood up strait and turned to her."Uh, nothing." that was a lame lie.

She looked at me concerned as she crossed her arms."Your father has told me you haven't been good ever since I left—"

"What?!" My voice came out quick clearly feeling angry that he was making up shit about me."I didn't do any—"

"Don't Gareki!"She snapped."You've been getting bad grades and you have bad behavior so much as to run away from home and now you're talking back, let alone you got into a fight an actual fight with your dad."

"Mom, It's not like that, He's clearly lying to you."

"I don't want to hear it. Until you get your grades good don't expect to leave this house again. I can't believe you'd do something like this, this isn't like you. Clean up this room...I'm going out for groceries and stay out of your fathers way, he's already stressed about work."

She closed the door and I could hear her walk away down the steps before leaving the house by shutting the front door. I felt myself falter."How could she think I was the cause of all this? I understood my mood hadn't been good lately as well as my grades but maybe that was all that she needed to think that this actually was my fault when it was really that fuckers fault.

I felt anger build up inside of me. He had trashed my room while I was away and now I couldn't find my guitar that I had paid with my own money. What the hell was his problem?!