. Chapter 12 .

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I forgot it was my birthday.

My life possibly couldn't get any worse. Mom killed herself... Almost like a birthday present for me...

Dad didn't let me dwell on the thought though. The deadly look in his eyes reflected exactly what I had seen him looking at mom with when he beat her.

But it soon turned to absolute disgust after he realized I was being held by Lucas.

Had I mentioned before when I said my parents told me it was ok to be different, I mean mostly my mom. Go figure. My dad just sat by and let it happen, I suppose he guessed I was going to turn out like he wanted without leading me in the direction he wanted.

He sneered at me, "So this is what you've been doing here, huh? instead of being properly treated, you're messing around with every guy in this house?!"

I couldn't describe the wave of emotions i was feeling. My week had been going horribly already and then he comes by to make it just that much worse. I was disgusted, I wanted to yell at my dad more than I ever have. I was beyond disgusted with what he had said.

I screamed at him, red filling my vision, "Fuck you! What do you know, huh? Nothing! Mom is dead because of you, you killer her and I know you want me dead now so you can have what she left for me. Well too bad! You're not getting any penny!"

He looked up at me on the stairs, fuming with anger and started sprinting towards me. I hadn't registered what he was doing until he was a mere few feet away. But it was too late even then.

"You pathetic little bitch! I raised you! Gave you a god damn roof over your fucking head and fed your fat ass!"

He took a last jump up the stairs to me then grabbed the roots of my hair with such force like he did mom, only he took the advantages of the stairs and threw me down them. We were only halfway up the staircase but it hurt like shit.

Brandon had been shoved aside in the process of my dad running up to me, and he hadn't had the time to stop me from falling even though he tried.

I landed roughly on my back at the bottom with a loud grunt. My head was spinning but nothing felt too bad.

I sat up in a rush, Aaron quickly at my side helping me.

Staring at my dad who had changed from previously a furious man to now emotionless and cold. His stare sunk into mine as we now were engaged in a war.

He took a single step down the stairs, then another.

"You even said it yourself, I don't fucking love you" he spat.

He left Lucas and Brandon unharmed, and started heading down the stairs for me, but Lucas didn't do the same.

He kicked dads feet from under him then stood back and let him slide down the stairs. His pathetic body tumbled down the stairs most likely in a similar fashion to mine. It looked fucking stupid.

In any other situation I would've laughed so hard but I couldn't feel anything other than rage and numbness.

He finished falling down the length of the staircase and attempted to get up. Only Aaron was on top of him, knee to his back as dad laid on his stomach.

He let out a low groan of pain when Aaron positioned his arms behind his back.

Reed came up behind me and simply stood behind me, not in a menacing way. He just stood there, prepared. I don't know why or for what.

Brandon and Lucas slowly moved down the stairs and around the two grown men.

As soon as they finished their mini migration, Brandon held out his hand against mine taking it within his hold.

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