Beep beep beep.
I quickly shut my alarm off to get up form my blanket, hoping today would be the day I get out. The day I become free, free from the abuse the pain. I quickly pick my blanket up off the floor and fold it to put it down in my book bag. Making sure I have what little clothes I have in there. My black and grey shorts, and my white shorts. Witch really wasn't white anymore cause of the blood stains. I also had my black tank top and my mom's favorite shirt. ( It is pink with Mom wrote across it)
Making sure I had all my stuff I zip it up and run down stairs making sure not to wake Alfa green and steven up. I head to the kitchen and start cooking. I made him and his son eggs, toast, bacon and coffee. I set it on the table just in time cause they both walked in on cue at 6:40 am every morning.
" Why are there not two cups on this table" Alfa screamed at me. Earning me a slap so hard my nose started bleeding.
" It's only 6 in the morning and you have already started making me mad"."Sorry Alfa I forgot it won't happen again"
I quickly grab two cups and set then slowly down on the table keeping my head held down not to look either one in the face. I turn on my heals to go back upstairs to my room to clean my face.
When I get to my room all I can do is sit in the floor up against my door and cry. Wishing my mom was still here.Flashback
I am 7 year old holding on to my mom hand. Crying begging her not to leave me. She pulls me in close telling me I will be okay. She will be watching over me every second of the day. To not cry for her when she is gone cause she will still be with me.
Trying to hold back my tears she pulls me even closer and gives me the last hug before she smiles and closes her eye for good. She had given birth to my brother Steven only 2 days before. After she had him she started bleeding and no doctor could stop it. Then a hour later she got a fever. The doctor told my dad (Alfa Green) she didn't have long.To say he was pissed was not the word. That was another kind of mad all together. I watched by the door way as he shifted it his wolf form and clawed the doctor up until he hit the floor. I had never seen him do that before and it scared me. As he turned and caught my eyes looking he came for me. He told me to leave and not come back until he said to.
That's the day all the abuse started. The day I wished I had died with my mom.
END OF Flashback.
I got myself together and walked to my bathroom and cleaned the blood form my face and hands. I had added to the stains that was already on my shirt and tried to clean it up.
I couldn't help but to wonder why Steven was the Golden child and I was trash. It wasn't my fault mom was dead. If it had been anyone fault it would have been Stevens. But Steven could do no wrong in my father's eye. Ever since my mom died I got hit and beat and whipped. I never could make that man happy. I tried but there was always something I done wrong.Alfa called out my name and I quickly pulled myself form my thoughts and ran as fast as I could. I slowed down when I got to his office and the doe slammed behind me. I jumped not seeing him at first but quickly found him. He was mad. His face was red as a cherry and I new I was going to get beat again.
" Why have my bags not been packed yet. You knew I was going out of town tonight and there are my bags unpacked and NOTHING IS READY"
Shit I had forgotten to pack his bag and Steven bag. I was so busy cleaning last night I forget. " I'm sorry I I forg"
Slap
"If you say you forgot so help me you will wish you were never born"
I stood there not saying a word. Not knowing what to say. That pissed him off more. He grabbed the whip with sliver spikes on it and started hitting me. The more I screamed the harder the whip came down. He stopped after I quit screaming.
He looked down at me with a smile and laughed. Told me to get up and go pack there thing.
But I could get up.
I tried to but feel right back down.He kicked me in my ribs breaking 2 of them. When I started coughing blood he walked away. Left me in his office floor bleed. As if this was any surprise. But it wasn't. I should be us to this but I'm not.
As I let darkness take over me I couldn't help but remember my mother's words. " I'm always with you"
YOU ARE READING
Running For Everything.
Short StoryEmma is 17 years old and is running for the abuse she has suffered for 10 years. As she is running through the forest she trips and falls and gets more scars to add on the ones she already has. Will there be anyone to help her. Anyone to love her li...