Don't You Dare Tell Anyone Mr. Stevens

Chapter 1: Exposed

Sometimes I think when the sun rises in the morning its just a tease. It falls dark anyway. I guess that's how my soul feels right now like a dark pit. The door to my bedroom slams shut and the wind from it pushes my scattered hair from my face. I race towards my dresser and push it in front of the door with a screeching noise as its feet digs into my floor. I sit on the floor and lean against it. I count to myself. Trying my best to keep my heartbeat slow. I count the amount of times my head bangs against the dresser.

One, two, three,

Not again this can't be happening. I jump to the sound of shattering glass and the screams are too much to bear. I press my palm to my ears and squeeze hard trying to shut out the noise. My mother is crying but I am not. Who knew psychopathic lunatics were capable of fear. I sure didn't. That disgusting piece of garbage that genetics calls my father is screaming.

Ben is in his room thank God. I made sure the door was locked before I came into mine. I don't understand why Marcus had to show up again. I hate him I wish he were dead just as much as I wish my mother were dead. I hate them. I hate them with everything I have.

My father was a drunk and an addict constantly popping in and out of our lives since I was 5. I don't remember much about life before then. Why my mother always crawled back to him I had no idea. Once mom left us for an entire month to go find him then brought him back. She did successfully but the day right after, Ben suffered some serious bruising because Marcus didn't like the way he sat in "his" seat.

Marcus was a loser, a dead beat and my mom I am pretty sure was bipolar. I remember the way she used to manipulate the parents at school. Make them think we had a happy perfect life when in reality we didn't. Just because she was blonde, slightly tanned, blue eyes, nice body and big lips everyone believed her. However I could see through her clear as glass.

The sweat from my body makes the clothing on my body stick to my skin and my scattered hair plastered to my face.

I can't wait until he decides to leave. He is screaming to my mom. I don't know about what, he's always screaming. Not like I care anyway. He tried to hit me, he tried to put his hands on me. I was in every right to knock him out. So I did.

When mom got in the way and asked him with a trembling voice to please sit down he smacked her across her face leaving a bloody mark.

I hate this family I really do. Ben was annoying but when I get a job and Ethan and Patty help me I'll get out of this house and take Ben with me. I'll find a job it can't be that hard. I'll rent a tiny little apartment down on 8 avenue. At least I'd be free. Ready to spread my wings. But right now the front door slammed shut. I was pretty sure Marcus left.

I hear loud sobs which is mom. I hear the sound of her heels banging against the marble floors of the hallway. She begins to bang on the door. I shut my eyes and breathe.

"It's your fault your father left!" She screams and cries in between words. "Why couldn't you just let him hit you so he would stay!" she screams.

I hear her hear slam into the door and she slides down making a thump when her butt hits the marble. She begins to cry hysterically.

"Why?" She shouts. "Why!" and I want to smack her.

She is sick in the head how could she ever love a man like that? She has money, she came from money, we live in this house because she inherited it. She could find her self a nice suit and live out the rest of her days in a small little home in the Hamptons.

Marcus won't be back again for a few weeks. I wish I could disappear as easily as he did.

All I could do was pray and hope for the weekend to be over so I can go back to school. Where Mr. Stevens is, he'd make me feel safe in the creative writing classroom. He always did.