Talia
I woke up for the first time in as long as I can remember not hungover. I stretched out in the big comfy bed I was sleeping with. The brown duvet engulfed my body. I looked over at the slightly open curtains at the sun shining in and hitting my face. As nice it felt to not be hungover, I was more focused on the ache of my brain rather than my body. I pulled myself out of bed and picked up clothes off of the floor to throw on. I had left most of my clothes at Freya's and had to wear Jordon's sweatpants and Kiara had lent me a few shirts. I picked up a loose blouse that was on my floor and through it on. This outfit was awful, but it was something to wear to go eat some food. As I exited the room, I saw Jordon and Cecilia sitting on the floor beside each other down the hall. They both looked over at me, with fear in their eyes. I tiptoed over to them to see what was going on. As I made my way down the hall, I could hear a deep voice echoing through the house. I sat across from Cecilia and Jordon, leaning on the wall. Cecilia put a finger over her mouth signalling me to be quiet. I tried to listen to what was being said but I was too distracted. Kiara's voice could not be heard but the deep voice was very prominent.
"I'm going to go downstairs." Jordon said and looked at me, not Cecilia.
"You're not going downstairs." Cecilia whispered, gripping Jordon's hand tightly. He looked over at her and tried to pull his hand away.
"He doesn't scare me anymore?" He said, clearly not convinced.
"Why would you go down there? What would that accomplish?" I asked, butting into the conversation even though I felt it wasn't my place. He opened his mouth and then closed it. I noticed a look of wonder cross his face. He had not thought that far into his plan.
"I NEED SOME FUCKING MONEY!" Blasted through the house, hitting the walls and amplifying before hitting our ears. Cecilia ducked into Jordon's body. I quietly stood up.
"WhatthefuckTaliasitbackdown," Jordon quickly whispered. I looked over at him.
"Doesn't he usually hit her when he gets this mad?" I asked, looking Jordon in the eyes. He looked at his lap and slowly nodded. I tiptoed back to my room and grabbed my phone, since I was sober last night, I had remembered to charge it. I tiptoed back down the hall and towards the stairs. I felt a tug on my arm and saw Cecilia staring at me with fear. I brushed her off and made my way down. I peered into the kitchen and could see Kiara's shadow. I had never been here before when Michael came home. Only heard the stories later that day. I turned my camera on, just in case, and tiptoed through the main hallway. As I approached the kitchen the floor creaked and I froze. I heard the talking in the kitchen stop. I looked around but there were no hiding spots. I couldn't run for I would be heard.
"No no no no no no no no, not the kids!" I heard Kiara yell. I saw her shadow move in my direction. I quickly shoved my phone in my pocket. Then he entered the hallway. He stared at me and I stared back. Clearly looking like a deer in headlight.
"Evelyn?" He said with confusion. My eyes widened but I couldn't move. I stared into his red eyes. His broad shoulders were tense, and his stance wasn't strong. Kiara appeared in the hallway behind him. Trying to bring him back into the kitchen.
"I thought Evelyn was dead!" His words were unsteady. He started towards me, stumbling. Kiara ran past him in front of him.
"Go back to the kitchen, Michael." She said trying to push his chest back. He thought I was my mom. I didn't know what to do with this information, it was too much.
"Fuck you." He spat, pushing Kiara out of his way. I knew he hated my mom, but I never knew why. As he got closer and closer to me, I realized I needed to get away. But he couldn't hit me like he hit them. Then the police would care. Since he used to be a cop when he started hitting them his coworkers let him off the hook since he didn't often happen, and it was just his family. But me, I wasn't related to him. He backed me into a wall and I looked up at his red eyes.
