Her mouth snapped shut when we heard the porch creek loudly. It had to be my father.
"Baby girl go to your room now." My mother whispered to me. She looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were so pale, no spark, nothing but pain, fear, and sorrow.
"No. Mom you go to sleep. I'll deal with him." I urged my mom. My eyes pleading. I don't want to see or hear him beat her anymore.
"Alex, no! You are my daughter you don't have to deal with him. I'm the adult." My mom said wiping her tear.
"Mom you don't have to deal with him either! Let's leave!" I all but yelled at her.
Our heads snapped up to look towards the door as we heard him fumbling with the door knob.
"Alex, baby girl, I love you so much and it kills me every time he beats you. Go to your room."
"Mom it hurts me too whenever he hurts you!" No more tears spilled from my eyes, now all I could feel is anger.
My mom grabbed my arm. Not harshly, but enough to drag me to my room against my will.
"Mom!" I yelled as soon as we were both in my room.
She clamped a hand over my mouth and lowered both of us to the ground because my drunk-ass father finally managed to open the front door.
"Baby girl go to sleep you have school tomorrow. Education is the most important thing. When you graduate you will be able to leave and live a happy new life." She paused and her eyes watered more. "I can't believe he did this to you." She said grazing her fingers over my face. I flinched at the touch. My skin was still raw from the beating he gave me a few hours ago.
She placed her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes tightly letting some tears slip away. I hugged her tightly to me.
We heard the heavy footsteps of that bastard getting closer and my mom pulled away quickly. She stood up and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. She then straightened herself and walked out of my room closing the door behind her.
I rested my back against the wall next to my door. No tears in my eyes, I felt nothing but numbness.
"You bitch! Finally you are home! Where the f*ck is my money?!" He yelled with force.
I heard my mom scream. I flinched. More screams came from my mom as that bastard laughed satanically, enjoying her pain. I pulled my knees close to me and hid my face in my knees. I didn't cry, I couldn't, but my heart and my stomach clenched every time my mom screamed in pain.
My mom's words kept replaying in my head. 'When you graduate you will be able to leave and live a happy new life'.
How the hell will I be able to leave knowing my mom and sister are still living in hell with him? How can I live a happy new life if I have the scars to remind me everyday of what he has done to me and my sister and mom?
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My eyes flew opened and I was panting heavily. Sweat was dripping down my forehead. I lifted myself off the ground where I had fallen asleep last night. My legs felt sore from having slept with them curled up to my chest and me in a sitting position.
I didn't wake up to screaming this time, I woke up from a horrible nightmare. It was more like a horrible memory from my past something I was sure I had buried in the back of my mind. It had been years since I remembered that dreadful time. What could have triggered it?
One name flashed across my mind, a name from a person that is worse than my father.
Fausto. He was 17 years old and I was only 11. He and his father Sebastian had done horrible things to me, treated me like an animal, almost...
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Race to the Finish
Ficțiune adolescențiAlexandra Reed is a girl who lives a hard life, though only her sister and mom know this. She is a race car driver, but keeps her identity hidden making people believe she is a man named Reed. She is very rebellious outside of school. She illegally...
