Lost Love

Chapter Six

I dropped my phone. He's hurting mom. I swear, if he hurt Brianna or mom I will kill him with my own hands, I'll have nothing to lose anyway. They're all I have. I called my house phone, someone answered, "If you do not come home in the next half hour you will not have a family anymore." Then he hung up, stupid dad hung up.

I ran out the door, "Don't ask questions, call the police and tell them to get to my house as fast as possible," I got in the car with Zoe and started to drive right away, "If you hear anyone yell do not come inside the house because he will not hesitate to hurt you, too, is that understood?" I stared at her dead in the eyes, she nodded. She dialed 911 and did as I told her to.

I stopped at a red light, all I could think of was the first time he hurt mom when I was about 5 years old.

"Mommy, what's happening? Why is daddy screaming so much?" I asked staring at mommy, "Your make up doesn't look very pretty on your eyes and lips." Her eye was black, blue, and big. Her lip had lipstick dripping down her face, it's not very good lipstick. I don't think she's very good at make up because she's doing a bad job at making her look pretty.

She stared at me with big glossy eyes, they were prettier without the make up she has now, "Honey, daddy just isn't very happy right now."

Daddy ran up to her and hit her face. Mommy fell on the floor. I think he has make up on his hands because it made her face look worse than before. "Don't talk to her, you bi-"

Mommy interrupted daddy, "Don't talk like that in front of her, idiot." I don't think daddy likes it when mommy interrupts daddy because he hit her again.

"What's happening, mommy?" I'm really confused, daddy isn't a girl so why is he putting make up on mommy's face?

She walked me to the front door, "Go play outside with Talen, okay baby?"

Before I could answer her, she shut the door. "Okay, mommy, I love you." I heard banging from plates, I guess they dropped plates from the dishes.

When I came back home that day, mom was all bruised up. I realized that it wasn't make up, it was bruises and cuts my father did to my mom. I also realized he was throwing plates at her, not dropping them on the floor. I realized it all the second, and last, time he hurt mom and I before he went to jail.

I heard a noise that distracted me from the TV. I turned around to see mom trying to stop herself from a hard fall on the stairs. I walked towards her, was she crying? I've only seen her cry once when I was younger, but that's because granny died. Wait, I've seen her cry twice. when granny died and when dad was putting make up on her. Dad putting that ugly make up on mom? That doesn't seem right. Ugly make up? He wasn't putting make up on her, he was beating her just like he is now.

I got up and ran to mom. I looked up and saw him, "What the hell is your problem?" He didn't answer, he walked down the stairs and I looked at him with disgust. He stopped in front of me, "I ashamed of calling you my father." I spat.

He chuckled and slapped me, "I'm ashamed of giving that bitch two daughters."

WAIT!? Two daughters!? Mom is pregnant!? I ran to the phone and dialed 911, told them my address and to hurry up. By the time they got to our house, mom and I were pretty beat but I didn't want to get taken care of. Mom needed it more than I did, so did the baby.

I got to my house, that was the longest drive in my life. I shut the door of my car, "Remember, don't come inside!" Then I ran in and looked for mom and Brianna. They weren't in the living room, but I heard whimpering. I've hear Brianna whimper when she cried before, this was the worst by far.

I started to run to the stairs until I saw a grubby old fat man who looked like my father. He wasn't my father, he was my father's brother. "Uncle Ben?"

He chuckled. What is his problem, laughing at a time like this? He didn't speak for a while and I just stared at him like an idiot, dumbfound. "Do you know who your mother yelled for when we cuffed her up and your father and I, well you know, took turns with her?" he winked.

"You're both psychos!" I yelled at him, I tried to hit him but he grabbed my wrist before I could break his face off.

He ignored me and laughed, "She yelled your name desperately and cried for you," he pushed me off and I hit my head on the wall. "But for once you weren't there to save your little family, you're a little too late. We took care of your mom, all that's left is you and your little sister."

He can't do that to Brianna, "Don't hurt her, you can do whatever you want to me... Just do not hurt my little sister." I started crying, "Please, let her go."

Ben started walking up the stairs and I followed him, he has to be bringing me to Brianna. But I didn't see Brianna, I saw mom lying down on the ground. I tried looking for a pulse on her, but there was no point, she's laying in a pool of blood... Her blood.

Ben looked at me, "She's dead, kid. Let it go."

He looked ashamed of himself, as if he felt bad for me. I hope he feels bad. He's a murderer. "Let go? My mother is dead and you want me to just let go? Yeah, let me kill your mother and let's see if you'll let go after two seconds." I was quiet for a little, crying as I realized that I just have Brianna as family. "Where's Bri-Brianna?" I stuttered.

Ben ignored me, took my phone and started dialing some number and put it on speaker. "Brad, right?"

Brad? Like Brad from school? "Dad, why are you calling me from Terra's phone?" Hold up. Dad? This can't be.

"Brad! It's Terra, please come help!" I yelled desperately. Why did he call Brad anyway? Wouldn't he want to finish Brianna and I since mom is gone?

I was about to yell for help until I saw a shadow walking toward us. It's the man whose knuckles I know more than his comforting hug, whose aggression was more familiar to me than his affection.. I know it's him because I was familiar with the way he walks, aggressively with his every step. a daughter is supposed to love her father but I feel the way no daughter is supposed to feel about her father; I hate the man that is my so-called father.

I felt an unbearable sudden pain in my foot, he shot me. I heard him chuckle, I never thought of it this way, but he has to be sadistic; he lives off of our pain and gets some sort of feeling of joy watching us in that state.

I tried to crawl to look for Brianna, but I couldn't move. Ben punched my father and picked me up to bring me to Brianna. At least I think it was Ben, everything was blurry.

I saw Brianna on her bed crying, dad had to tell her about mom because I don't see anything wrong. "No-No Bri please, don't cry." Physical pain may be dreadful at times, but it ends unlike emotional pain. You may get physical scars, but they don't do as much damage as emotional scars because they might never fade away. I hugged her, "Mom is an angel now, it's okay."

She looked at me in awe, "Is she really an angel?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, "She is, but we'll be just fine, okay? I'll take care of you just like mom did."

Telling Brianna mom is an angel was true but I didn't say it to cover for mom's death. It was to remind her that there are good things in the world and telling her something magical might help her get through the hardest times. I know it's sad to believe something that isn't real but that's what the world lacks; imagination. We grow up getting told to leave our imaginary worlds and learn the reality to our lives, that there is more bad than good. But that's the mistake, we should be using that imagination to make the world better, more good.

She smiled, "Oh okay." She manages to hold a smile, even now, even during the scariest moments like this one.

I wiped the tears off her face as I finally heard the police sirens, "Come on, let's leave." I turned my body around, it wasn't Ben who brought me to Brianna, it wasn't Brad either, it was Talen.