My Little Demon [Carrie]

{1} Broken Bones

Cole's POV🎲
June 5th, 2013

CRASH!

BANG!

That's what I heard the moment I walked up to the front door of my house after getting home from school. I hurried and put the keys into the slit of the lock.

I entered my house only to find my drunken dad with his hands around my young sixteen year old sister Agnes' neck as he pinned her against the wall, from what I was seeing she was struggling to breathe. I instantly throw my bag to the ground and tackle my dad, I began to punch him repeatedly in the face. He threw me off and we take our fight into the kitchen where he bangs my head against the sink leaving a gash, I punched him into the wall and bang his head against the wall.

It ends when Agnes hits him over the head with a lamp knocking him unconscious. We both take a minute to catch our breath before any words are said.

" You okay?" I asked her pulling my shaken sister into a hug.

" Yeah, He was just drinking so much and then I accidentally knocked over his picture of mom and he just went b-ballistic, started hitting me and pushing me against things, then you came and saved me" Agnes said in tears, I can't help but feel bad.

Things hadn't been the same since our mother was raped and murdered by men robbing her jewelry store six years ago, she refused to give them anything and so they attacked her, raped her, and shot her. When my dad was notified about it, his whole world came crashing down. He stopped going to work and started drinking more, kept us from our other family, and worst of all he neglected and abused us, after that I had to be the man of the house and care for my sister since he wouldn't step the fuck up.

Eventually our old school got involved after Agnes and I showed up with black eyes and bruises and notified Child Services. We were taken out of his care and sent to live with our aunt, we thought it was over and that we could finally live normal again, unfortunately however two years after we were placed in my aunt's care she was killed in a hit and run accident while walking back from the bakery to get a cake for us. We were put back in the care of our father who gave off a pretty good allusion that he had gotten his life back together, we believed him but it was all lies because he went right back to the same behavior a few days later and we've been stuck ever since. I'm seventeen now and I've been counting down the days until I turn eighteen so that I can take my sister and leave that hell house forever, so far I have a month to go.

Agnes winced in pain as she grabs her right side " I think he broke something in me" she whimpered to me, I grab my car keys up off the floor and pick up my sister bridal style before taking her to the car.

Once I make sure that she is in, I closed the door and hop in the driver's seat" What excuse do we tell the doctor this time?" I asked her.

" We could tell them that we had a motorcycle accident, you have a motorcycle in the garage so it's believable" Agnes suggested looking into the car mirror at her face that was bruised and puffy.

" Nah we did that last time remember?" I say rubbing my chin and she nods her head " Let's just tell them that we were attacked walking home from school"

" Okay" Agnes agrees and I start the engine and we pull off.

We ride in silence for a few moments before Agnes breaks the silence " You promise that once you turn eighteen you won't leave me alone with dad?" I could see her sad blue eyes, when our mother had died my sister was only ten, and so our father sheltered her and she wasn't allowed to go anywhere other then school, so she was very naive to the outside world and trusted everything that came out of my mouth because well I'm all she has.

" Of course sis, you'd think I'd leave you to fight for your life with that fucking lunatic" I told her " I would never leave you to deal with him until you turned eighteen which is a year from now seeing that you'll be seventeen in three months"

" Thanks big bro" Agnes told me " I know you struggle sometimes thinking about how you're going to make a living to support yourself and I after we runaway, but to be honest we could be living under a bridge in a box and I wouldn't care as long as I'm with you"

" Well, If I'm lucky enough to find a job before I turn eighteen then we should be alright" I told her " I-I just want to get away from that man, I want to get you away from him too and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something ever happened to you while under his roof" I say tears welling up in my eyes as I think about my baby sister dying by the hands of my father.

I decide to change the subject " So how do you feel about our new school?"

" Overwhelming to say the least" Agnes said " Everyone there is so vibrant and crazy, I'm not fully comfortable with the school yet so I stay in the shadows most of the time, honestly I only met one girl there that I actually relate to"

" Oh yeah? What's her name?" I say smiling at the fact that she made a friend.

" Carrie White, she's very shy and timid" she told me and then she goes quiet, I look over to see sadness in her face.

" What's wrong Agnes?" I asked her putting my eyes back on the road.

" They bully her relentlessly, I only been at that school two weeks and I've seen all the horrible things they do to her" she said " Mainly this group of popular girls, just yesterday one of the girls Chris I think her name is called her a 'bitch' and then pushed her onto the floor, It hurt me"

" Damn I haven't even met her and I feel bad" I tell her pulling into the hospital parking lot.

" Just promise me that if you ever see her to make her feel safe" she told me.

" Of course I will, I'm not some narcissistic asshole who treats women like shit!" I tell her chuckling.

" I know you're not" she caressed my cheek and stared at me, I park the car.

We get out and slowly make our way into the building and to the receptionist desk, the nurse behind the desk took one good look at us " Cole and Agnes Leslie, what crazy 'accident' were you in now that caused the bruises?"

" We were attacked on our way home from school, we just need to make sure that everything is fine and nothing is fatal, and I'm pretty sure my sister has a broken rib" I tell her not making direct eye contact, we knew that the doctors and nurses here began to grow more and more suspicious about our well being.

" And that's the story you're sticking to, okay sit in the waiting room, Doctor Lanz will be with you momentarily" she told us doing paperwork, as we were walking over there she says to us " You don't have to keep covering for that man every time he beats you"

" I know..." I replied before we take our seats and wait to be examined.