Creep

Chapter Two

Fall is here! Hear the yell. Back to school, ring the bell. Brand new shoes, walking blues, climb the fence, books and pens. I can tell that we are gonna be friends. I can tell that we are gonna be friends!~ The White Stripes

I stood frozen. It was happening again. It used to only happen maybe once a week, but now it's happening just about everyday. From my room I heard someone being slapped multiple times. As I began to wander out of my door closer to the scene, I heard more than just slapping. I heard whimpering, and talking. The deep, demented voice said, "Oh baby, you should've listened. You're only getting what you deserve."

Soon enough his evil dark eyes caught mine. As he examined my features, noticing the fear, his face wrinkled and his smile grew.

He enjoyed seeing his wife hurt, and his son scared. And I could never put the pieces together on why he did.

He continued to harm Mom, he went from hitting to punching, and then to the newest addition of his routine, banging the back of her head on the granite kitchen counter.

"No," I shouted, "Let go of her!"

He walked over to me, his smile already faded, and grabbed my shoulders.

"What did you just say?" He shook me violently.

The more he shook the more tears flooded out of my eyes.

Soon enough I realized the shaking wasn't my dad, but my half sister Bernice.

"Another nightmare?" She questioned, concern filling her eyes.

I nodded.

About this time last year, Bernice had moved in with Mom and I. That was about the time the police had found out about my dad and locked him away somewhere where he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. The cops reported the news to Bernice and her dad, and Bernice flew about three hours from Florida to be with us. I feel bad that she left her life behind, but she insists on staying.

"Come on, get yourself ready for school." She said teasingly, because she graduated high school three years ago.

Today commenced my second month of Junior year. After I finally rolled out of bed, I threw on a pair of dark jeans, along with a black tee and Converse. Then ran into the bathroom to check on my hair, grabbed a comb and placed the dark brown layers back to their designated spots, washed my face, took my pills, and after those long five minutes, was out the door.

The bus stop is right down the street from me so it only takes 3-4 minutes to get there. I share a stop with just about the two most obnoxious girls in history. I know it is to be said that girls mature three years quicker than guys but, in this case, it was three years off. When I arrived, just like every morning, I received lots of chuckles from the ladies on my right, "Faggot!" they'd shout.

I then quietly sat down on the curb and took out a book. But stopped when I felt a warm breath trickle down my neck.