Chapter 4

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!!TRIGGER WARNING!!
(abuse)

*Mia's POV*

"Okay, okay he's here. Mum go!", I blurted out, no matter how many times I had faced this exact situation the panic never seemed to dull down.

"Mia I'll have to face it one day."

"No, he hasn't done anything to you till today so let it remain this way. PLEASE.", I was on the verge of tears at this point, although we were not on the best of terms at the current moment I still looked out for her. I always would.

"But Mia ...."

"No go now, please!", I don't know was it the door slowly opening or the urgency in my voice but whatever it was, it caused her to scurry towards the stairs. She threw multiple glances my way.

Haven't we gotten over this already.

I made Luke promise to never lay a finger on Mum but in place of that he showered me with the mercy of his wrath.

My hands began to tremble, I held them in hopes of suppressing it. I stood there with a rigid stance, ready to face my fate. Whatever it takes.

"Mianna come here now!", Luke grumbled in an angry tone with the hint of slurred speech. He was drunk. Again.

I speed walked towards him, not wanting to enrage him further. Honestly deep down I was kind of terrified of this man in front of me but the resentment overpowered the fear so I didn't react to the shit he spewed out of his mouth majority of the time.

There he was, leaning against the living room wall, not being able to hold his own bodyweight due to the over consumption of intoxicating substances. Alcohol? Drugs? Who the hell knows.

"Yes Luke.", his name came out with this bitterness that would have been enough to make any sane person reconsider talking to me, but since this malfunctioning man had no braincells left he continued with his yelling.

"How many times have I told you to come immediately when I call you?", he yelled out barely saving himself from faceplanting onto the floor.

"Yes, I apologize."

"Now go fetch me a beer from the fridge!", he slurred.

Gosh how much will this man drink does he have a stomach or a fucking tank for crying out loud.

"But you just had one now."

Ahh shit, you're so done for it.

"DON'T YOU DARE BE DISRESPECTFUL!", he hollered and with that his fist came into contact with my ribs.

Oopsies

I had no reaction, it wasn't my fault. The fact that he never hesitates to hit me made me stone cold at times like this. Immune to any emotions and feelings I just stood there as if I had no life in me. The carefree side of me that was present earlier was long gone, never to be found under this roof. I hated coming home with a passion because this man, the pathetic excuse of a father, abuses me.

While I was lost in my own world he pulled out a knife from his pocket and slashed my arm with it, the pain of the knife making contact with my skin made me wince.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT?

Okay hitting, punching and kicking me was one thing but A KNIFE!? What the hell do I look like to him? A piece of steak from the supermarket, I think the fuck not.

"Go to your room now!", he ordered me .

"Okay.", I simply replied and walked out of the living room.

I might have not feared the shit that spewed out his mouth but when he started things like this, I hate to admit but it scared me. More than you could ever imagine.

I was thirsty so I went to the kitchen to drink water, I began to fill water in a cup with trembling hands when my good luck decided to bless me at that exact moment, Luke walked in. My heat beat increased with every step he took. I noticed the pocket knife from earlier and he looked like he was ready to slash my other arm too, I didn't care about the consequences, I dodged him and acted as if I was choosing another cup.

Huge mistake.

Rage flashed across his eyes and he looked as if he was about to lunge at me when suddenly a switch flipped and he retreated to the fridge.

I silently made my way back to my room and headed straight to the shower as there was a significant amount of blood dripping down my arm, I wanted to wash that off as well as the bad memories. I went to the mirror to inspect the damages he had caused this time, a cut o my arm which, thankfully, wasn't too deep and a nasty bruise on my side. Great. Just great.

The hot water stung like a bitch at first but then began to soothe my aching body but my aching soul remained the same. I bandaged my arm, applied ointment onto the bruise then downed two painkillers with water from the bathroom tap. The whole ordeal had exhausted me but not enough to shut my nagging brain down. I lied there in bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting for sleep to consume me

The inability to toss and turn left me feeling even more restless so I got up and went to my window for some fresh air, the chilly autumn breeze silently nipped at my skin sending occasional shivers down my spine. The breeze felt nice, it gave me a sense of freedom which I could only dream of. I sat on the ledge of the bay window, wind blowing through my hair, silent tears began rolling down my cheeks. I think all the crying had finally done the trick as I felt sleep coming to me so I let it cover me in it's comforting blanket. 



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