I hid behind a chair, just like my mom told me. Father was drunk again. He wasn't in a good mood eaither.
"Please!" I heard mother yell.
"YOU WHORE! YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF!" My father yelled.
"Just please! Leave! Were done! Get out of my house before I call the cops!" My mom yelled. There was a loud crash, and something broke, shattering glass all over the floor. Then a loud scream, and a lound bang, my mother didn't say anything else. It was just silence.
"Hazel...Hazel come out too daddy." My father said walking on the broken glass. It made a crunching sound every step he took. He stopped walking and turned in my direction, then ran and picked up the chair and threw it across the room, leaving me un-hidden. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved me hard into a wall, thats when Everything went dark.
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It had been at least two months since I woke up from my Coma. Dad said I had fallen from a tree. I didn't remember doing that, but the doctors said I was suffering from memory loss.
"Hazel!" My father called for me from the kitchen.
"Yes dad?" I ask as I paused my movie on the T.v and walked into the kitchen.
"I'm going on a date tonight. How do look?" He asks. He was wearing a white shirt he had tucked in, witha fancy jacket over top.
"You look good dad." I say smiling. I looked over to a photo of my mom. I don't remeber her, Dad said she died from cancer, in the picture she was smiling happy, her long blonde hair flowed down her shoulder, her blue eyes shiened brightly. She was beautiful but I didn't look anything like her. My hair was black, long, and wavy, I did have blue eyes though. But they were Icy blues, Heres were a dark ocean blue.
"Alright Kiddo, I have to go now. Happy early birthday by the way." He says rubbing my head.
"My birthday is tommarow." I said.
"Thats why I said early." He says laughing before walking out the door.
Tommarow was my 16th birthday. My sweet 16! I could hardley wait!
My phone rang, I picked it up from the counter.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey! It's james." The guy said.
James came to the hospital, he said he was my boyfriend.
"Oh! Hey james! What are you doing?" I ask.
"Oh you know, just about to knock on my beautiful girlfriends door." He says with a light chuckle at the end.
"Wait wha-"
*knock, knock, ,knock*
"Hmm...I wonder who that could be?" I say before ending the call, and opening the door. James smiled.
"Hey cutie!" He says kissing the tip of my nose.
"I hate when you do that!" I say smiling as I step away from the door, Indicating for him to come in. He walk in and goes into the living room. I close the door and fallow behind him.
"The 100? You watch that?" He asks pointing to the show on the T.V
"Hey! If your going to hate on the 100 then you might as well leave!" I say jokingly. He laughs and raises his hands in surrender.
"Okay, Okay, I want." He says. "So were is your dad?" He asks.
"He's on a date." I say glancing back over at my moms picture.
"Oh, cool! Do you know her name?" James asks and he jumps over the back of the couch and sits on it.
"Nope. I never do, He never tells me until he brings them home for supper." I say. He frowns.
"Whats wrong?" He asks.
"Well... tommarow is my 16th birthday and I want have my mom here to see it. The age 16 is important. I always dreamed over having my sweet 16, and her being there." I say walking over to james and sitting beside him. He hugs me.
"It's going to be okay. If things get hard tomarrow just call me and i'll be here in a second." He says. I pull back from the hug and smile.
"Okay. Thanks." I say. I was always glad to have such a good boyfrined like James. I loved him so much.
"C'mon lets watch a movie." He says exiting out of the 100 and looking though the movie choices.
"Lets watch... nobodys fool?" He suggests. I nod.
"OKay good, I love this movie!" He says grabbing a blanket that was hanging over the back of the counch and spreading it over us. I snuggle close to james, loving that he didn't care.
30 minutes into the movie and I was out.
"Stay away!" My mother cried. I watched as my father raised his hand and struck her across the face.
"Father! Stop It!!" I yell pulling his hand back before he could strike mom again. He turned aorund angrly and shoved me away.
"You filthy little whore! Hazel! Never be like your mother!" He yells.
"And be what?! Like you?! A abusive drunk?!" I snap. He turns around and slaps me so hard it makes me spin a half circle.
"Speak like that ever again! I dare you!" He says. I turn back to him, my right hand holding my cheek.
"Dare accepted. Now GET AWAY FROM MY MOM!!!" I scream. He punches me In the chest, making me loose my breath.
"Hazel?" I heard james voice.
"HAZEL!" He says loud. I jump up.
"Huh? what?" I ask.
"You were saying some wierd stuff while you were asleep? You okay?" He asks. I nod.
I had been having short dreams like these a lot lately. They scared me. My dad could never be like that...right?
