hey guys, this is my first story and its just the first part, its quite short so don't judge and if it gets good feedback i will do more! I promise they will get better (I hope). Please leave comment about what you think and enjoy:)
I took a deep breath. I had been standing out here for what felt like an hour but in reality it had only been about a minute. I was scared. Scared of what was waiting for me. I had just been so happy, I had spent the night with my best friend watching the best new vampire film out (vampires are kinda my thing). I should still be happy but no I was anxious, stressed and scared, although I would never have admitted it. I shouldn't have to go through this. I was 17 for Christ sakes, 18 in three months but no, here i was standing on my door step scared to enter my own house. Scared because of him. I realised that the later I left it, the worse it would be so i took a big shakey breath, twisted the key and pushed down the handle. I half-tip toed down the echoey hallway and mentally cursed the wooden floorboards. The hall was cold. It made the shaking that much worse. There was a bang from the kitchen. Of course he was in there! He always was. The hallway seemed to be miles long but normally I could have taken a couple of steps and been to thekitchen but it always felt longer when i was scared.
"Fuck it!" The deep voice made my heart race twice as fast which was barely possible. I took the hadle of the kitchen door in my hand and pushed down. As I suspected there was a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one of the massive hands that I knew would make the side of my face burn. The giant man turned and looked down at me. His eyes were drunken and very dark, his cheeks slightly red and his mouth turned down at the sides.
"Hi Dad," I barely whispered, I would be surprised if he heard me.
"Stop fucking whispering you wee bitch!" His huge hands came down on my face before i could do anything. the first hit hurt but it was only a slap. It was the second that knocked me to the ground. A punch right in the jaw and i was on the ground weeping, just like any other night.
"Get the fuck up!" his yell only made my sobs harder to control but I had to keep quiet. I couldnt let Jack hear, last time he saw me like this it was hard to hide it from him and Dad nearly hit him too but I didnt let it happen. I couldnt let him go through this. He was only five! I staggered up and looked up at my father.
"Goodnight, Dad". I was sure he heard me because this time because he nodded and took another giant swig from the bottle that was nearly empty. I didnt want to be around when he finished it. I got to the door frame and swayed a bit, not sure if I would make it up the stairs. I felt woozy but took a deep breath and made it to my room. It was blue, for Jack, he loved blue and the walls were littered with a variety of kids posters i had managed to get at half-price at the music shop where I spent my Mondays-Thursdays after school and Saturdays. I made just enough to help pay for a chunk of the bills as my father didnt work and our benefits werent enough for this house. We would of had to move if I hadnt gotten a job and this was the house that my mother had lived in. A part of her was stil here, one of the only two good things in my life and I wasnt about to lose it. I changed into my pyjamas and slid into the double bed where my little brother was fast asleep. I slid over beside him and felt his warmth, the only thing that comforted me and kept me going. I fell into a deep dreamless sleep, honestly, i had forgotten what it was like to dream.
