The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 4

Mum became more suspicious about my falling from stairs and fight in school, she was more than sure that I was lying, but had no choice but to believe.

Things grew worse for me, my grade dropped from A's to F9's. Mum was furious, she forced me to study, I just couldn't concentrate. The memories of him belting me were constantly popping in my mind and the fear that I'll still get beaten up send shivers to my spine. I tried telling her only to end up sobbing. She was so disappointed in me, I didn't really blame her if only she knew what I was undergoing. She wouldn't be yelling about my grades.

However she was not the only person worried about this sudden change coming from me, her best male friend Charlie Weston a cop, was too. When he saw the little bruises on my face, he was quick to ask questions. I would always tell him what I told mum, "I got into a fight in school or I tripped and fell." With the way he nodded each time, I knew he didn't believe. He suspected dad for a reason I ignored.

Mum became stern and strict toward me, but I knew she loved me and shared my pain. I was determined to tell her everything, once I gathered enough courage to confront my beast of a father. The question was when?

My question was soon to be answered one Saturday afternoon.

You may be wondering why mum had work on Saturdays, she had many different jobs, we needed money, he wasn't working rather spending on alcohol and drugs, she had tried reasoning him many times, he was just too deaf to realize his errors. He told her that it wasn't affecting me and he'll soon stop. She actually believed him. She loved him, more than I taught.

I wave Mum off that Saturday, returning to my room. I bit my lip before taking that decision, I grabbed my school books and a diary, I need to express myself, I needed to tell someone. I took a long breath reaching for a pen. I started with
       Alexander Douglas's diary
I am Alexander Douglas, people call me Alex. I loved my parents curse they loved me, but one Sunday morning everything change, papa Mr. Anthony Douglas belted me for no reason.....

After 20 minutes of writing in my diary, I finally closed it. I had tears on my cheeks, I wipe them, before hiding my diary behind my drawer. I started studying my school books, trying hard to concentrate, preventing all the horrible memories from popping out. I had a test to pass, mum said if I failed she'll spank me severely, but if I passed she'll take me out for a surprise. I hated disappointing her that was why I tried. As for Anthony, he was out, probably playing some games in the bar. I heard a sound downstairs, I tiptoed to the door, cracking it open, I looked down through the bars of the stairs. He was setting some bottles of beer on the glass table, he grabbed one bringing it to his lips. He mistakenly dropped his keys, he cursed under his breath while bending to reach for his keys, he grabbed his keys but paused to grab another thing. When he rose I saw an envelope, the one I dropped a few weeks ago. I watched as he opened it, he stare at the letter reading it. He muttered something, I couldn't hear what he said but I heard "...that little brat." I gasped when he loosed his belt, folding it in two. Double pain I thought. I ran to my room shutting the door, I locked it, pushed my wooden toy box in front of the door blocking it. I hid in my closet. He'll kill me if he gets up here.

I heard angry footsteps coming towards my room and the cracking sound of the knob as it was twisted several times. Then came a bang, "Alexander open this fucking door!" He yelled from behind the door still banging it. "If I get there I'll kill you!" He threatens. "OPEN THE DOOR!" The bangs in the door increase to louder ones, he was trying to break down the door.
Tears stream down my face, I was very scared. Suddenly the heavy sound stopped. Was he gone? I blink my eyes trying to hear any sound or noise. CLASH! The loud sound made me jump, my heart beating faster. The knob dropped to the floor, and the door was kicked open, my toy box couldn't withstand his muscles. More tears ran down my cheeks as I whimpered. My heart was pounding in my chest.