The pain from both my neck and head subsided about half a hour after I left them. Soon enough, I found myself standing in front of my house. I looked at my watch and groaned slightly, taking the key out from under our mat and unlocking the door. I slowly walked inside, looking behind me before I closed the door. I heard no sound from upstairs which meant both of my parents where outside and my baby brother was sleeping.
"Good. I get to spend the morning in peace...for once. No screaming, hitting, anything. Just me and the faint scent of lavender. Smiling happily I walked into the kitchen and felt myself pinned to the wall seconds after.
"He-" My hair was pulled back and I grimaced, looking at a large man with dark caramel colored hair and bright green eyes. Meet my step-dad.
"You are in so much damn trouble young lady. Where the hell where you?"
"With Kevin and Coach. You know I have to go practice." I glared at him as I pushed him back. "So fuck off."
He blinked, realizing what I said, and then he slapped me. Hard.
"Don't talk to me like that." He started to take off his belt and I glared at him.
"I'll talk to you how I want, and get away from me!!" I ran away from him and up the stairs, locking the door and jumping on my bed. The stupid rules said if I hurt any of my relatives I was automatically taken off the team, then I was beaten up, shipped off to a unknown land and dropped in a deserted area. Cruel I know.
I stopped thinking about what would happen to me as I heard thundering footsteps running up my stairs and I flinched backing up. He started pounding on the door.
"Open this door right now!"I didn't even answer, I just grabbed my school bag and started shoving clothes into it.
"Open it before I break it down you idiot girl!" I still didn't answer and I ducked under my bed, grabbing a box that had all my sacred family pictures. The ones with my mom, real dad, and me. The reason this was so important to me was because my real dad died, saving my life.
"Daddy..." I whispered and I clutched the box.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and my dad stepped in, holding a belt in his hands, his face angry and red.
"I'll show you what happens when you disobey you're father." He took a couple more steps and raised the belt, whipping my arms with it, leaving large red marks on my arms. I winced and stood still, taking the pain. He whipped me all over, each place leaving marks.
"Honey!" My mom appeared in the doorway. "Stop! Please! Don't hurt her!" She started crying and ran up to him, pulling him away. He slapped her and growled.
"I know what I'm doing woman." He turned to look at me, then he glanced at the box on my bed and smiled evily. "Whats this?" He took the box and opened it, going through the pictures.
"Oh, thats so sweet." He laughed again, taking a ciggarate lighter out of his pocket. I blinked and whispered;
"No. NO!!" He started burning the first picture and dropped it on the ground. I jumped forward and he punched me in the stomach and I saw black, bending over and clutching my stomach.
"Please...don't..." I whispered but I felt another sharp pain on the back of my head and I fell to the ground beside the burning picture. Feebly, I stuck my hand out, covering the picture with my hand, taking the flames out.
"Daddy..." I whispered again and my step dad stepped on my hand, then he turned around and walked out of my room. I lifted up my hand and held it close to my face, my eyes brimming with tears. It was broken. I used my other hand to feel it. Crushed.
My vision wandered around the room, and my mom was no-where to be seen. I knew she was crying for me though, she was like that. Right now she was probably calming down him, while he was probably hitting her too.
"How could he do this?" I whispered. "To his own step-daughter." I weakly stood up, leaning again the wall to keep my balance. I hung my arm across my chest and the other hugging my waist. I tilted my head back, lowering my eyes to look at the box that was on my bed, then at the picture which was half burnt.
"Sissy?" I felt someone tug at my pants and I looked down into the warm eyes of my baby brother.
"Yes Alex?" I smiled a little.
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you sissy?" I blinked and nodded whispering;
"Yeah, badly. But don't worry I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." He looked up at me and frowned.
"I have to worry about you. You're my older sister." He hugged my leg, burying his face into my leg. "Don't worry sissy, you'll be ok. Even if everyone else leaves you, I'll always be here." And with that, he turned away and walked out of my room, and for the first time in years, I cried. Actually cried.
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