So, hey. My name is Zack and this is my story of how I became who I am today. Without this, you won't understand me.
It was three years ago when my so called 'dad' did the unthinkable.
The day started out like every other day. 1) Wake up before dad so I could get my sister Alice ready for daycare. 2) Have breakfast made and ready before dad wakes up. 3) Don't be loud and don't wake up dad until breakfast is done. 4) And lastly make sure the house is clean before dad wakes up. If you hadn't notice there was a theme, do it all before he woke up. If I didn't do any of these things to his liking I'd get beat so I had to be careful. Something about this particular day though had him extra angry. Maybe it was moms death anniversary that he blamed us for or all the drinks he had the night before. Most likely it was a mix of both.
So, like I said, I woke up at five and started with the cleaning. To give you an idea of how much it was; there was dishes, floors to be swept, laundry, and picking up the living room like bottles and trash. Once all of that was done I would wake up Alice quietly and help her get dressed. She was four so she needed some help with tying her shoes and getting her things ready. After she was all dressed and ready I turned on a show quiet enough not to wake dad and started making some eggs and toast considering we had nothing else in the fridge to make.
Once all of that was done, it was time to wake up dad. Of course this was never a fun job, because I never knew what kind of mood he was in. This day happened to be one of the worst though. Right before I had entered the room I had heard a loud crash and ran to the living room. My sister must have been jumping on the couch when she fell. My first thought was to make sure she was okay. Until I noticed that she had broken dad's favorite picture of mom, when falling off the couch. This was the moment that made me fear for my sisters life
Dad came rushing into the living room to see what was up. His gaze moving towards the ground. The picture frame had broken into a million pieces with glass everywhere. Falling to the floor he picked up the picture that was now scratched and torn. Tears streamed down his face, but in an instant turned to fiery rage.
"Who did this? Tell me right now!"
We were both terrified. His voice rose even higher because we dared not to speak.
"WAS IT YOU?!" He had pointed his finger at me but I shook my head no. Looking back now I wish I had said yes because what he did next would forever haunt me.
Dads face was furious as he began shouting even more.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF THE BOTH OF YOU!"
Next thing I knew he had Alice by the shirt. This was the first time he's ever touched her like that, because usually it was directed towards me. Everything seemed to have happened in slow motion after that. He picked her up like she was nothing and then threw her across the room. Hitting the wall hard. She lay there lifeless, no movement nothing. I couldn't even see her breathing.
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When Two Paths Meet
RomanceClosed off to the world, Zack hides his emotions from everyone except for a special few. His father was a deadbeat drunk who had gone too far and his sister was an innocent little girl who had gotten in the way. Fast forward three years and now Zack...
