I wear BROKEN like a crown

13- Papa Bear

I knew my dad would flip when Hunter told him.

What I did not expect was for him to trash the living room before storming to the O' Connors house.

"Papa!" I screamed, scrambling after him. "Don't!"

"THEY LET THIS HAPPEN TO MY BABY GIRL." He roared, yanking the car door open. "I'M FINDING THAT BASTARD."

Hunter stumbled out after me, trying to shove on his shoes. "Papa! La estás asustando."

Finally he stopped, breathing heavily through his nose. His face was blank, anger burning in his eyes, jaw clenched. I was shaking from the cold, fists clenched at my sides.

"They hurt her." He whispered. The words were directed to Hunter.

Hunter stepped forward and grabbed our dad's wrist, pulling him back to the house. "I know Papa. I know."

No other words were exchanged. They both passed me, not before giving me a indescribable look. I'll stay outside. I sighed once I heard the door click shut behind me.

I wasn't expecting him to act out that bad. My dad isn't an impulsive person. He does have explosive anger sometimes, but it isn't often and 99.999 percent of the time, he makes sure we aren't around.

I had been in my room when Hunter told him. The first crash scared me into thinking someone broke in. I grabbed my pocket knife and mace before cautiously entering the living room. I was shocked to see both my dad and Hunter swivel to me with wide eyes, the coffee table upturned and Hunter restraining him by his arms.

"What the-" I gave them a weirded out look. 

But as soon as my dad looked at me, I knew he knew. The despair and emotion in his eyes made it clear. But I ignored it. 

I gave them a wry smile, pocketing my weapons. "Hi Papa."

He made an anguished sound before storming out, promising 'vengeance'.

I wrap my robe around me, watching my breath puff in the cold air. 

I seem to be the only one dealing with this- or rather not dealing with this. Angeline cried for me and then pretty much forced me to tell my brother. My brother blamed himself and started to cry too. My dad went crazy, and though he didn't cry- I don't see how it's any better.

Me on the other hand, the "victim", I only cries because I had to tell them. Is that bad? Am I even human? I should be broken. I've heard stories of this happening to girls. They broke.

I squat, putting my hands on my neck. I haven't talked about it, since the brief run through with Angeline. I haven't thought about it since then either. I haven't even looked at myself yet.

When I bathed, I ran into the tub to avoid the mirror, scrubbed as hard and fast as I could then jumped back out. I probably broke a world record with how fast I dressed myself, so I didn't have to see the bruises and marks he left on me. And that's it.

School is tomorrow. I don't want to go. But when have I ever? 

As long as no one knows, I should be okay. I'll be okay. I am okay.

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