Innocent (boyxboy)

Innocent

A/N ~*The picture is of Artimeys baby, Isobel.*~

~Artimey's POV~

I watched from my seat on the stairs as my sister sat at the table, doing her homework. She was so young, I felt bad for her. I found myself slightly smiling, but sadly, at my little sister. Innocent Isobel, only five. But the smile disappeared instantly when I heard the door bang open then slam shut. My head shot up, salt and pepper hair falling over my face.

He stalked in with a pissed off look on his face, beard stubble needing to be shaved, scraggly brown hair falling to cling like smoke to his forehead. He had a beer bottle in his hand. Another night drinking, surprise, surprise. I kept a stern and apathetic look on my face nonetheless. He snorted at me and slammed the bottle down on the table, making Iso jump with a small cry. I clenched my fist and glared at him from my perch. He was a drunk bastard, I knew that, Mom knew that, yet she stayed with this bastard. But Iso? She hardly knew what kind of monster he was.

He slumped over to my baby and a disgusting look crossed his face, shining in his glossy eyes. I looked away when he glared at me. When I looked back over, his burly hands were under her nightgown. One was moving on her chest, the other. . . I lost it. My breathing ceased and I felt nothing as I threw myself from the stairs and pushed him away from her, making her scream and him slam into the wall. He rose and I punched him square in the face before he even realized it.

“You little brat!” He growled at me.
I was on the floor, all the breath in me gone as his fist slammed into my left temple and his foot crunched down on my chest. I gagged and pushed myself up. I tackled him from behind, sending us both to the floor that time. He swore at me and my vision blacked when his ringed fist connected with the side of my head, I had no time to recover before his other fist came up on me right in the nose. I fell back slightly and immediately got up and grabbed whatever I could and slammed it down on his face.

He pushed me back and I barely saw as he grabbed his bear bottle that had gotten knocked to the ground and was broken. I felt a scream escape me, it sounded like “No”, but I don't know. I screamed as I saw Iso step in front of me and grab onto his arm. His arm rained down and I wished I was dead as I saw the glass break off into her soft little girl skin. Blood oozed from her face and neck, dropping onto me, making me warm and sticky with blood.

He only made an annoyed face and got up. He walked away and slammed the door behind himself. I got myself up and pulled my baby onto my lap. I rocked her in my arms, tears falling onto her body. I could barely see as I felt a warm-turning-cold little hand raise and touch my bruised cheek. I looked down at her and she smiled, despite all of this. I barely heard her, her voice still like honey in my ears.

“I love you Meys.”

That was what she called me, it was my nickname only she used. I gripped her small and so frail hand in mine and hugged her, kissing her head. I kissed her cheek.

Sobbing, I got out, “Baby, my baby. Iso, Isobel I love you. I love you! Iso don't go! I need you, I love you!”

But she was gone. I felt her go. I felt her hand go cold and saw the rosy color of her cheeks turn a cold and deathly pale. The worst of all, was that I felt as her heart stopped beating, right on top of mine. I cried and held her to me. My baby. My Isobel was gone because of that monster.

Mom came home about an hour later. I was still a mess and Iso was still in my arms, and I was still not letting go of her. She screamed when she saw me, saw us. She yelled at me and told me it was my fault Isobel was dead and that it was my fault he was a monster. I said nothing as she slapped me hard on the face. I kissed Isobel one last time before going to my room with her in my arms. I ignored her screams and yells as I climbed the stairs to my room.