The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 6

When I was nine something happened. Something that changed my life from worse to terrible. I was drawing an image of the man that killed mama, I heard the sound of the doorbell. It wasn't something new to me Tony had lots of insane friends like him. They laughed loudly disturbing my sleep, they loved smacking me cause I was little and weak.

"Alexander!" Anthony's hoarse voice called from downstairs. I stood up with a groan, I was not yet recovered from the last beating. I slowly walked the stairs to where he was standing with a blond slim guy that had a bloodshot eye, the work of alcohol and cigarette were clearly showing through his look. He stared at me weirdly with a smirk sending shivers to my spine. "What took you so long, idiot?" Said, Anthony.

"I-" I was interrupted by a slap. I rubbed the stinging spot not crying about it, rather I was glad it was just a slap, not a full beating.

"I don't care!" He yelled, "Tidy the house, I don't wanna see this piggery when I get back!" With that, he stomped off slamming the door. It was still evening so I had time before he got back, he was always back during the night.

I grabbed the beer bottles, pizza packets, cigarette butts, and other dirty stuff on the floor. When I was done packing I threw them outside in the garbage. I went to Anthony's wreck as a room picking up dirty stockings, pants, and shirts. With a sigh, I dropped them in the washing machine. I went to the kitchen, where piles of plates stood unwashed. I did the dishes and cleaned them and arranged them in the cupboard. I had this sensation that someone was watching me. I quickly turned and gasped, my heart missing a beat. There stood the strange man with bags under his eyes, on the kitchen doorway with a smirk staring at me weirdly. I slowly moved closer to a kitchen knife, when he noticed my movement his smirk faded.

"Uh, I am looking for a beer," He said, looking around not making eye contact with me. I ran out of the kitchen once his back was turned to me. Beads of sweat broke on my forehead, my heart was racing, I had a feeling that the man wanted to hurt me, he was insane. I said to myself. After calming down I resumed my chores, I was quick to finish them. I walked to my room, resuming my drawing. It was a little dark so I switched on the light. I began feeling that sensation once again like someone was watching me. I snapped my head on three different occasions but no one, the doorway was empty, I still had that feeling, when I turned for the fourth time, I saw him, the insane guy. I immediately stood up, my heart pounding in my rib cage trying to escape. Has he come to look for beers in my room? I looked around for a sharp object but none.

"W-what d-do y-you want?" I stuttered out of fear.

He took slow footsteps toward me, "You are beautiful," he slurred.

"G-go away!" I screamed while backing off till my back was touching the wall. He switched off the light before grabbing me. His hand ran through my body weirdly, while he sucked on my neck, his hand stopped on the zip of my jeans short. I struggle holding his hands. "No! Leave me alone!" I cried. He was stronger than me, no matter how I fought he pined and successfully removed my clothes. He pushed me to the bed, jumping on me.

I cried and screamed but no one came to my rescue, he was really hurting me. I cried all the while calling dad to help me, but he never came. When the door swung open, Anthony walked in.

"What are you doing Jay?!" Anthony said in a pissed voice. The guy jumped up, releasing me.

"T-tony, mate! Is not my fault, your son is so beautiful. J-just let me have him for the night and you'll obtain whatever you want." He said in panic.

"Well, well. Throughout the night, I see, are you ready to pay $200," Anthony said and I froze.

"Yes, here you can have 100 dollars, only when I am done will I pay you the rest." The man said tossing the money to Tony who gladly caught it and was about to walk away.