Break The Cycle (Chris Motionless' Daughter)

Chapter 1

Chris' POV.

"GET OUT!" I scream.

"NO! THIS IS MY HOUSE!"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

"NO! YOU NEED ME! THERE IS NO WAY YOU AND THAT RETARDED CHILD WILL MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT ME."

I just stand there and look at her, astounded by what she just said, "Get out." I say in a lower voice, "GET. OUT."

She gives me one of the most hateful looks I've ever seen her give me. It's almost comforting. At least if she hates me that much, I know she won't come back.

She locks her jaw, "Fine." She mutters, "Good luck raising her without me, Christopher."

"I'VE BEEN RAISING HER WITHOUT YOU! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Her eyes bore into my soul for a couple more seconds, and then she walks out the door.

I exhale heavily, exhausted.

I walk up the stairs, tiredly running a hand through my hair. I go to her bedroom and slowly push the door open. I walk in slowly and see her laying on her stomach on the floor, propped up on her elbows, coloring in a coloring book with big headphones on her head. I can vaguely hear Scissorhands coming through them. I feel bad. She only listens to music that loud when her mom and I fight. But that was the last time that that's ever gonna happen.

"Hey." I say, getting on my knees next to her, "Whatcha coloring?"

She shows me the flower in her book that she's coloring orange. I smile and kiss the top of her head.

"My little artist."

She smiles, but then it fades. She points to her bedroom door.

"She's gone." I state.

Her eyes widen at me. She then rubs her cheek where she had just been slapped by her mother.

"I won't ever do that to you, okay? I promise. You're safe now."

She nods.

I kiss the top of her head, "I love you, Riley."

"Love you too, Daddy." She whispers.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I say. She nods, and I stand. I step out into the hallway and call Angelo.

"Hello?"

"Ding-dong, the bitch is dead." I say, "Just kidding, she left a few minutes ago. We're free!"

"Seriously?!"

"Yup. Kicked her ass out this morning."

"How?!"

"It was easy, really. I packed up all of her shit last night while she was sleeping, put it in her car, and when she woke up I told her to get the fuck out of my house. Then she fucking slapped Riley - "

"What?!"

"Don't even get me started." I say, "Anyway, that of course was the last straw. I had to fight with her for another hour before she finally left."

"Woah. You guys okay?"

"I think so. I think Riley's still afraid though."

"Well dude, can you blame her? Her mother did absolutely despicable things to her."

I sigh, "Yeah. She called Riley 'retarded' simply because she's a bit on the quieter side. I mean, I guess it's kind of abnormal for Riley to be as quiet as she is for her age, but for her mother to say and do what she did is absolutely disgusting...and I didn't even know about it."