The Forsaken (Abandoned)

Chapter 3: My Father Finally Gets His Fate

     Today I swear had to be the worst day of my life. First, my mother came home, second, I called the police and told them about me getting raped and how my father had beat me. They put my father in jail, and third, because I was going to see Dylan tomorrow. I'm so nervous.. Well, I should go back a little.

Right when my mom and I were hugging, my dad comes barging into the house drunk, as always. When he saw my mother, he just about fainted it looked like. He was in shock. Pure, utterly, shock. I could tell because he stood there gaping at my mom for what seemed like hours. He finally straightened his act and said, "What are you..." He trails off. He looks like he's about to fall over. "What are you doing here?" He asked my mother. She looks him straight in the eye. So deeply as if she were reading his soul.

She says, "Tony," They call him Tony for short. "You need to go to bed. Get some sleep and we will talk about this later."

But, he has other plans. "No! I...I don't need to go to bed."  He said that so fast, I could barely understand him. All I picked out were I and bed. I figured he said something like he doesn't need to go to bed or something. This is what I heard, "No! I....*blah blah blah* bed" It was sad. My mother walked into the kitchen where my dad was standing and grabbed his hand to take him upstairs to go to bed. But, when she tried to grab his hand, he slapped her in the face and her nose started to bleed.

She kicked him where it hurts but it didn't seem to bother him. He smirks and grabs a hold of her throat when he stumbles over his own feet. He fell down taking my mom with her. "MOM!" I scream at the top of my lungs. My dad fell straight onto the floor but my mom had other plans; to the counter-top's edge. It's a very sharp corner, may I add. Her head hit the edge perfectly and out gushes blood. I was still screaming at this time.

I rush into the kitchen to try and call the police. I look around hopelessly for the home phone. It was gone. I look for my cellphone; it too was gone. "UGHHHHH!!!" I yell out. I run upstairs to my room to see if my phone was in there, but it wasn't. I had just had it minutes ago and now it was gone. WTF!

Right when I was about to leave my bedroom, I run into my scary-looking dad. He has my phone in his hand. "You looking for this?"  I try and yank it out of his hand but it didn't work too well. He pulls me by the hair all the way downstairs. (Downstairs as in below the floor level. My room is upstairs as in above the floor level).

"OWWW!!!" It hurt so bad!!  He laughs.

"Oh, quit your whining you baby!" I give him the best evil glare I had. We were on a stare-down. I won. He had to turn his head away.That gave me the chance. He leads me to the downstairs now; where all his hunting stuff is. He has guns, knives, traps. All kinds of things you would need for hunting. His head was still turned away so I take one of the knives from a table and try to cut him with it. He must see me out of the corner of his eye because he whips around and grabs the knife before I even get time to try to cut him.

"You are just one little stubborn thing, aren't you?" He spits the words at me.

"Hey, I got it from the best." And then he slapped me. Hard, and when I say hard, I mean VERY hard. My head whips to one side and I jerk out of his tight grip. I see another knife to my left. I back away from him slowly and he slowly stalks towards me. I am close enough to the table finally. I quickly take the knife and slash at him across the chest. I got him. He shrieks out in pain and I laugh. I laughed too quickly though and he came towards me like the speed of light. He punches me in the face and pushes me down. I probably have a broken nose now but, oh well. If I look weak, he will use that to his advantage and come after me more. I try to get up and fail miserably and he sees me fall over. He comes over to me and kicks me in the face. I finally get the strength to get up. I see where my phone is and crawl over to it without being obvious about it. He laughs at me and walks out of the room for a few minutes. That gives me enough time to call the cops and report him. I should have did this months ago, but I always thought that he would beat me more. 

My father walks into the room and smiles devilishly. "I heard you talking in here. What? Did you call the police? Are you that hopeless? Wow. You little..." He comes over and kicks me across the head. It hurts horribly! I crawl under the table and I swear I could hear sirens outside. It was faint so hopefully my dad was to drunk to hear it. I crawl more under the table and hear noise upstairs. All of a sudden, a bunch of men in police uniforms come running downstairs. They take my father away and help me up.

They take me to the hospital but I was good enough to go home. They put my mother in a hospital room. She had a serious head injury. They said they didn't know how long she was going to be in there for. When I got home, it was 6:00 pm. So much has happened today.

I walk into the kitchen looking for something to eat because I'm bored, but don't eat anything because I'm not in the mood. I watch TV till about 8:30 and go to bed.

I set my alarm to 6:00, not because I have school, but I have to meet up with a guy named Dylan. He's a werewolf and used to go to my school. My mom told me this earlier. He's also 18 but he turned into a werewolf when he was 16. Guys and girls' times are different when they switch, though I don't know why. Girls it is always 18. Guys it is always 16. Maybe it has to do with genes...? I don't know. But, I do know that I'm excited to go to his house tomorrow because I remember he used to be so... hmm... let's just say he wasn't that bad looking.  But, that was two years ago, before he left. I wonder what he looks like now? Hmmmm...