Hiding From Dad

Chapter One

Chapter one

Me and my mom were sitting on the couch, watching tv, when suddenely the door opened and was abruptly slammed shut. I looked over towards my mom, who squinted her eyes and began mouthing a prayer. There was a couple clustered noises, and my dad began to scream.

"Natasha!! Get over here you stupid b****!"

My mother grabbed my hand and mouthed, "Everything will be okay, okay baby?"

I nodded, and we continued watching tv. My dad was huffing and puffing, stumbling over everything to walk over towards my me and my mom. My stomach was twisted at the sick thought that my father was going to hurt us again. He was sweating, and you could tell he was beyond drunk at this point.

I looked at my arms, and the remains of bruises when my father used to beat me were fresh.

Not again.

My dad glared at my mother, and picked her up by the collar of her shirt. He started screaming and cursing. I held back tears, looking at my mother so helpless, so scared. Not saying anything or doing anything. Sitting there as cold as stone.

He threw her to the glass table, which then shattered into a million pieces. I screamed, and ran away into my mothers bathroom. Struggling to find an escapeway, or something to hurt him, just to make him stop.

But, I was in a window-less bathroom. The best weapon I could find was a razor, and that wasn't going to work. Someone began spasmodicly beating on the door. I felt a tear roll down my face in terror. Struggling to find a place to hide, the door broke down with a loud thud.

He glared at me, and walking into the closet in the bathroom. I watched my father reach into the closet pulling out a small pistol. I squealed, trying to be silent and now show any fear.

"Oh shut up you little b*****. You were the biggest mistake of my life, and after I kill your mother, I'm going to kill you."

His words slurred, but I understood his words perfectly. I started crying, I knew that there was nothing I could do to save my mother, or myself. My heart dropped, and I ran out into the living room.

"Mom!" I screamed, staring at my mothers lifeless body on the table, my father pointing the pistol straight at her heart. I bit my bottom lip, so hard I could taste the metallic taste of blood. I watched his finger slowly push down on the trigger. I ran up, and tackle my father right before he had the chance to shoot.

He started cussing at me, and I sprinted in the kitchen. I was so terrified he was going to follow me. I searched for something, anything, and I found a frying pan. I turned the stove on, to heat it up, and ran to the house phone. I dialed 911, screamed and hung up.

Mom always told me that no matter what, don't talk, because they know where we are, the can find us.

I looked into the living room, seeing the horrific smile that my father, who was still on the ground, wore. He was struggling to get up, but I noticed why he was smiling. There was blood stain on my mothers shirt.

He had shot her.

I attempted to hold back tears, but I felt the warmth of the tears rolling down my cheeks. That's when I grabbed the frying pan, that was sizzling now, and walked up to my dad.

He looked at me, "Do it. I dare you."

I did.

I heard the crush, and sizzle of my fathers face being smashed against the frying pan.

Then I heard sirens, and the locked door being knocked down.

The police and paramedics ran into the house, and grabbed me, my mother, and my father. The police sat me down and I told them the whole story. Every single detail. My dad glared at me from the back of the police car.

I walked over to the ambulence, and heard my dad scream at me.

"When I get out, I'm coming after you. Mark my words, Amoria Lynn DeNash! I will find you, and I will kill you!"

I climbed into the ambulence and sat next to where my mother lay.

The words my father screamed burned in the back of my head.

He's coming back for me.

He's going to kill me.

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Well I hope you enjoyed my little "Flashback" chapter. I know it's a little short, but I hope you liked it anyways. Vote, fan, and comment. :]

-wesleyingle