Unrequited Love ~Lams~

16

tw: abuse

As we arrived at my house, I thanked Laf for the ride and walked towards my front door, pulling out my keys.

I put the key in the lock, and twisted the door knob, opening it. The first thing I noticed was the silence.

It was too quiet. Since this is a house that has seven- I mean six people living in it, there is always some noise, whether it's the sound of a ac, music, tv. But there's none.

"Where were you?" I heard my dads voice ask, as I turned towards him. He started to approach me, getting so close that I could smell his breath, which reeked of alcohol.

"I was at Moms funeral, which you were too busy to attend." I answered, motioning to the table of empty bottles. No wonder it was so quiet, my siblings were probably hiding. My dad gets irritable when he drinks.

He grabbed my shirt collar "YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?"

He raised his hand and before I could put my arms up in defense, he slapped me across the face, using all his strength.

I grabbed my check, rubbing it. Sure, my dad had yelled at me when he was drunk, but never hit me or my siblings. This was a first.

And it hurt like hell.

I could already tell it was going to leave a bruise.

I kind of just stood there in shock, not sure what to do. His drinking had never been this bad.

He turned away and muttered under his breathe "no wonder your mother left..."

"W-what.." I stuttered.

"I SAID, NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER FUCKING LEFT YOU, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE IN YOUR LIFE." He yelled, throwing the bottle that he held at the wall next to me. I flinched, barely holding back my tears.

"Go." Was all he said, as he motioned towards the stairs and grabbed another drink. I did as he said and ran upstairs and towards my bedroom. Right before I was about to open the door, I remembered something.

The pills.

I went back a few doors until I got the the bathroom. I unscrewed my medication and set it on my tongue. I cupped my hands and filled them with water, and drank it, swallowing the pill. I closed the container and put it back in the cabinet, then went back to my room and opened the door, closing it behind. I leaned against the now closed door and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Jacky?"

I turned to my left to see all my siblings hiding in the corner of my room, next to my bed.

"O-oh, hey guys..."

A bunch of questions starting flowing out of their mouths.

"Why did you take so long?"

"Why is dad being so mean?"

"When's mommy coming back?"

"Is dad drinking again?"

"Are you okay? What happened to your face?"

I decided to only answer the last question, from Henry, since I didn't know how to answer the other questions.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." I lied. "Just tripped."

Henry gave me a suspicious look, although the rest of my siblings didn't seem to question it.

"Go to bed you guys. You have school in the morning."

"Can we sleep in your room, Jacky?" James ask. Martha nodded in agreement.

I sighed. "No, you have to sleep in your own room..."

"Pleaseeeee?" James asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

I finally let in. "Fine, okay. Just go get into your pajamas, and come back once your changed."

And that's how all the Laurens' kids ended up falling asleep in a pillow fort.