Sirens could be heard off in the distance. The neighbors had come to our door after hearing all of the shouting, but dad had swore to us not to open it or else. Of course they ended up calling the cops after we hadn't answered the door. Which they often did but it usually didn't workout because dad was able to fool them. This time was somehow different though. Dad knew it too. After hearing the sirens he booked it out the back and left, leaving us all alone. Dad wasn't coming back, not soon, not ever after what he had done. Once I made sure he was gone for good, only then did I have the courage to go to my sister's side.
Like I had said she was not breathing, I couldn't feel her chest moving and her heartbeat was slowing down rapidly. With tears running down my face I had called the ambulance which came right before the cops. They always took there time getting here because they were always called to our house for nothing. This time the cops regretted it. Medics came rushing in and put my sister on a gurney. She was loaded in the back of the ambulance with me and one of the medics. I held her hand the whole way praying to whoever was up in the sky to help.
Doctors from the ER had tried everything to save her. Pacing the hallway was all I could do while waiting. I was terrified that she wasn't going to make it after seeing her lifeless body at home. Half an hour later the doctors had come out to talk to me. They did not have happy expressions, in fact they looked very somber. I was told that the throw had collapsed her lungs and caused them to fill with blood. Just like her lungs, I collapsed to the floor. I knew then that she wasn't coming back. There was no making it out alive, because I was the coward that let my sister suffer and die. I sat there in the hospital room for hours blaming myself for it all. I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't brave enough. I was a coward. I screamed my heart out. I Couldn't Save Her!
For days after the accident I still woke up believing that my sister was in her room alive and safe as if nothing ever happened. I would wake up early and go into her room to wake her up, only to find it empty. Which led to me crawling into her bed and crying my eyes out. Every morning, shattering the reality I once knew.
Luckily the authorities let me stay in my house for a few days, but on the condition that there was adult supervision who would stay with me until I was ready to leave. I didn't want to leave though. Yes, it was the house of my abusive father who I loathed, but it was also the home of my little sister Alice who I loved. It took a week before they finally said I had to leave the house whether I wanted to or not.
So that's my story of how, at the age of fifteen I lost my abusive dad and my dear little sister.
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When Two Paths Meet
RomantiekClosed 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...
