Silenced

XX| Old Memories

"Dear god, you were the poor sap that AJ busted up..." Crystal's slim face twisted up into guilt and worry.

I shrugged softly, chuckling at her.

"He hits like a baby." I smiled at her. "Trust me, I've been hit by plenty of people to know that."

The tall guy scoffed, glaring at me with heated eyes. Guess he was still upset about me calling him a mutt.

My sister shook her head, sighing softly.

"Dad was right." I lightly winced at that. "You're still causing trouble." She crossed her arms, lightly glaring. "Why can't you just behave and not get into fights?"

I sighed lowly, looking away from her. How many times had we had this same conversation? How many times have I tried to tell her it wasn't my fault? How many damn times...

I was crying after it happened... After Dad had given me my first beating... Without warning, without care...

Mom had been crying in the background, but she couldn't help me. She was hurt herself... All she could do was cry...

Crystal came home after softball practice, she saw me hurt and crying.

She was worried, coming to me, in that little corner... That same corner he had pushed me in to hurt me... Hurt me without the world to see...

Dad saw her and he told her a lie... Told her that I had fought some kid at school... That I was only crying because I was in trouble...

Mom wasn't in the room... Dad forced her into their room... He was forcing her to hide.

I thought my sister knew me the best... But, she only shook her head with sad eyes... Then left me there.

I clenched my fists.

The next time I ran to her room and into her arms. All I had done was tell him no... Tell him no to using me for something that I didn't understand...

He and Mom were yelling now... Shouting and cursing, but their words were muffled... She couldn't understand why they were yelling... Or why I was crying...

But once again, Dad came up later and told her another lie... Even though I told her the truth...

Yet again, she believed him... She tsked at me, looking at me with sad and hurt eyes... Hurt that I had lied to her.

A snarl appeared on my lips.

I had a broken bone now...

I didn't tell her how I got it, I didn't lie nor tell the truth, avoiding the subject was easy.

Yet she persisted. So when I refused again, she talked with Father. He told a lie.

She had glared at me, and then we got into a fight.

She honestly thought I was fighting people, that I was getting into trouble! Why couldn't she see how tense and scared me and Mom were of Father? Was she that dense! Was she that blind to his damn affection! Did she not know me at all? Or mother? Did she care about us so little?

"Fucking bitch." I hissed under my breath.

"What?" I could tell by her tone she heard me. I meant for her to hear me.

"You're a fucking bitch!" I growled at her, snapping my head towards her.

Her eyes widen some as she took a step away from me, the boy she was talking to standing taller.

For a moment, tense silence then she broke it with a angry sound.

"You're always so angry! Always getting into fights! Even when we were kids!" She scolded me, like she knew me.

I felt my anger rise.

"Don't you dare fucking talk about how I always get into fights, brat." I snarled the world. "I never got into a single fight till Middle school. When I had enough of being the punching bag! Have you ever asked Mom about why I got those bruises or broken bones? No! You went to that piece of shit father we both have!"

The anger I had fell within every bit of those words... Every single one of them was so hateful... So cruel.... So painful.

She glared at me, her own mouth twisting into a snarl of her own.

"Don't talk about Dad like that! He's been telling me of all the things you've done! You even ran away once!" Her voice went high pitched as it always did when she got emotional about something.

I scoffed at her.

"Oh, did he also tell you that I drink and do drugs too?"

Her face quickly changed, it gapping at my words told me he didn't. Why would he ever tell her that? She would've came down here so fast to try and help clean my attitude. Giving him less chances to do real damage to me.

"Why would you hurt your body like that! I-It's a temple!" She cried out.

I only scoffed again.

"Yeah, a temple to who? Cause, as far as I'm concerned, my body is less of a temple and more of prison. Just like that damned house."

Cry didn't like that, she growled at me.

We used to do that as a joke, sometimes to warn the other to back off... But she was threatening me! Me! As if I was threatened by a little bratty princess who didn't have to go through Hell like me and Mom!

I stood taller, growling right back. Loud, angry, and demanding her silence.

She stopped as everyone in the room winced. Why were they-

"I see you have meet my accountant, Jaxon." That voice called over my growl.

"Mr. David."