Torn

Chapter Five.

Slowly awaking, I stretched my arms out from underneath me. What time had it been? How long have I been asleep for? All I had known was that it had been one of the best sleeps since I was in the womb, or some shit. Extending all of my limbs across the bed sheets and tightening my arms around my pillow, I opened my tired eyes. The sunshine peered through the darkened curtains, and I turned my head to the side. My mom was still sound asleep. She looked peaceful. Almost more at home than she was at her actual home. This little place, was our home so far. Since we weren't near a school at the time, so I wouldn't be going until' we find one for me. Somewhere better. 

I turn my head back, and look at the nightstand next to my bed. I extend my arm so I can grab my phone, but my arm's too short. Ugh. I look back at my mom and then look back towards my target, that damned phone. I try and shift ever so quietly, but of course the bed ends up squeaking as I move. *Shoot* I think. She only takes a deep breath. I'm too afraid to wake her from her deep sleep, so I lay back down. I have to move my hair out of my face, because it's curly and everywhere. I really do look just like her, huh. Beautiful. Her and my father really were a pretty couple. The picture perfect kind that you see in the movies, that get through anything. 

Eventually, I heard my mom shift. 

"Elyssa? What are you doing awake, haha. It's too early for this shitttttt." She said with a smirk and a croaky voice. She always sounded like that when she was awake early in the morning for work, with her morning coffee, trying to feed herself energy because she got none the night before, since she was too busy arguing with her spouse. 

"I literally just woke up ma, no need to worry, I think it's time to start our day anyways."

"Mmh, but I don't wanna." She said and then rolled back around and closed her eyes.

Guess i'm gonna go get some fresh air, then. Emerging from the comfortable bed, I finally grabbed my phone and opened it.  The first thing I saw was tons of messages from Hudson on all different social media platforms. iMessage, Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter. Everything. He almost sounded concerned at most. Asking where I was, if I had been okay. Poor guy, losing one of his friends like that. Doesn't matter that much though, right? So, I decided to respond. 

Me: Hudson, i'm fine. You don't have to worry about me.

Almost instantly, there had been a reply. Was he waiting?

Hudson: ELYSSA! It's been forever! That doesn't answer my other question, though. Where have you been?!

Me: I'm at a hotel. I learned a lot about my dad yesterday, apparently he was abusing my mom. We decided to get out of there, it wasn't a safe environment for either of us. I'm sorry.

Hudson: Oh... alright? Are you in a hotel in the area? 

Me: Um, sadly, no. I won't be going to that school anymore. 

Hudson: Oh, damn. I'm sorry, i'll miss you, alright Lyssa? Try to keep in touch with me more often, haha.

It almost felt like my heart dropped. I felt my cheeks gaining color, getting warmer. In a short period of time, I looked at the reflection in my black screen and saw they were a deep red. What the hell is going on? This is weird. I caught a hold of myself and turned my phone back on, and read the message over. There's no way he could miss me, i'm not even that important.

Me: Yeah, i'll miss you too. I've gotta go though, my mom needs my help, i'll talk to you later?

Hudson: Yeah, talk to you later. Stay safe.

I fall back on my bed. Somewhat gracefully, somewhat not. I need to get dressed, ughh.. 

(TIME SKIP)

After getting dressed and going for a walk, I arrive back to the hotel and take the card out of my back pocket. Showing it to the counter person, I started walking towards our room. After I take a few steps, I hear a male voice. It sounds awfully recognizable, like i've heard it before. Maybe it was one of my mom's friends or something. I get to the door and unlock it with the card, then push it open. Looking up, I see my father's face. My mom's sitting on the bed in tears, gazing at the floor, sometimes catching glimpses of his face. It was red with anger, and I can tell he's been yelling at her. Her fists are balled up, clinging onto the blankets. He towers over her, stepping closer and closer.

"Dad? What the fuck are you doing here? You aren't welcome!" I say, my eyes tearing up with rage. 

He looks at me expressionless. Then, he smirks. "Well, I haven't seen you in a while, daughter. Look at how much you've grown. So now you think you're all tough now, huh? Trying to take my spot?"

I scowl. "You know what, bitch? I wouldn't be surprised if I was stronger than you. You're a no good piece of shit that does nothing but work and beats his wife. You are a COWARD. Fuck you."

He doesn't look hurt at all. His smirk disappeared as I was talking, and looks at the ground, then back at me. "You're a little brat. I see you have anger issues, just like me. If you REALLY think you're stronger than me, let's go. Right here, right now. I want to see what damage you can deal to me."

Staring at him with no expression, everything goes quiet in my mind. My mom's sobbing quiets down, all of the outside noise comes to a stop. This prick is going to regret what he did to my mama. 

"Let's go." I say under my breath.

He charges at me, and I step out of the way. Everything is in slow motion in my head. He stumbles into the nightstand and turns around quickly, then throws a punch. I duck, him nearly hitting me. I shove him back into the nightstand and start throwing punches, to his face and in the middle of his torso. He starts to turn a deeper red, and takes me by my throat and throws me to the floor. My eyes go darker, like someone blowing out a candle. I slam my fist on the ground and roll out of the way before he can grab at me, and I kick him. He stops for a second, re-gathering himself. I try crawling away and he snatches me by my foot. I can hear my mama screaming in the background. But still, I fought. Trying to wiggle my foot out of his grasp, he continues pulling me closer and closer to him. I snap myself up and start throwing my fists at his face. I hear his nose crack and it starts bleeding, but he continues trying to get me. Eventually, he got me. He pulled me into his embrace and started hitting me. Fuck. I need to win this. He keeps taking shots at my face and at my torso, sometimes my arms, smacking them away from me, trying to block his deathly punches. Then, something really unusual happened.

I scream, and an object hits him. My mom had gotten up and grabbed something, then hit him. He looks me dead in the eyes before falling to the ground, and I look up at her. She's pale, and her eyes are bloodshot from crying so much. She looks relieved, that he had stopped. I stand up, my legs weak but stronger. There are bruises everywhere, and my ears and nose are bleeding. I look at him once more, and start stomping on his torso.

"Fuck...you. I...hope you fucking....die."

I begin to stop, and tears are filling my eyes. After I take one last look at my mama, I fall onto the bed and black out. The last thing I hear is my mama scream my name.