With Her

Chapter 1

I slammed my car door and ran towards the house. I opened the door and ran towards the door. "Emiko!" Kalia's mother yelled. She sat up from her chair and ran toward me. I was halfway up the stairs already. Skipping one step each time, I was at the top. Then I ran toward the bathroom door. It was locked. Brent, Kalia's brother ran out of his room and helped get the door open. Kalia was sitting in the bath. Her head, under the water. I ran towards her slipping and landing on the bath. I reached in fully clothed and grabbed her. Then pulled her up and out of the water.

She was coughing up water. She then started to cry. She grabbed my waist. "I'm sorry.." She started. "Shhh. Quiet." I said starting to rock her. "Kalia!" Her mom yelled. "Get the fuck out of this bathroom!" I said. Her mom stood there. "It's your fault she's in this position! Get out! Now!" I screamed. Brent stayed right there with us. "Mom! Get out of here!" He said as he stood up and slammed the door.

"When did she go into the bathroom?" I asked. "I don't know. I was in my room then I heard people trying to get the door open. I saw you and immediately knew that something was wrong. So I helped. Then I saw Kalia under the water and knew she was trying to kill herself." Brent said. "I'm sorry you had to see it." I said. "It's not your fault. It's moms. She hit Kalia repeatedly and yelled at her about how much a disgrace she is to the family. After mom was done yelling, Kalia ran upstairs screaming in tears. I tried to follow her but mom grabbed me and held onto me so I couldn't move." He said. "What.." I said. I then laid Kalia on her brother. "Stay here." I said, then getting up and walking out of the bathroom.

I ran downstairs. Kalia's mom was pacing. She ran towards me. So did I. I slapped the mess out of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" I screamed. Her mom was on the floor. She held her red check. "Seriously! What the hell is wrong with you! You screamed at your own fucking daughter, saying she's a fucking disgrace!" I yelled. Her mom stood up. "That's- that's because she is!" Her mom yelled. I hit her again. This time with more force than ever. "Don't you ever! Don't you ever! Fucking touch her again. Or I will put you into the fucking ground. Do you understand me?" I screamed. "Do you!" I added.

I ran back up stairs. "Brent. Pack a bag. A day. A week. I don't care just pack one." I said, picking Kalia up. I sat her down on her bed. Brent ran into his room. I went for one of Kalia's bags and stuffed as many clothes that would fit. "Brent!" I yelled. He ran into Kalia's room with his bag. "Stay with her. Don't let anyone near her." I said as I grabbed his and Kalia's bag. I then ran downstairs and opened the front door. Then I opened the truck door and throw the bags in. I slammed the door and ran back upstairs. "Come on." I said picking Kalia up and carrying her downstairs. Brent followed. I put Kalia in the passenger seat. Brent climbed into the truck. "Brent! What do you think your doing?" His mom screamed. Brent rolled down the window, then held his middle finger out. "Fuck you!" He yelled as he rolled the window back up.

If I know one thing, I'm never letting Brent or Kalia around them unless I'm there. Their mom will not mess with my family.