My Cliché Savior

You Amaze Me

A/N: Hey everyonee! Happy to be adding an additional chapter and for those of you who read these nonsense filled, bolded, hello's, i just wanted to thank you all and hope for your feedback of complete enjoyment or utter disapointment, maybe even intermidiate. Depending what you think these categories reflect on.

Enjoy! Please comment anything having to do with improvement! (Or simple praise if necessary) ;)

Laters, babes (Emilie that's for you)

Entering the car i didn't expect anything to happen. At least until we were out of sight therefor out of mind. I didn't think it was the worst idea since none of them know what's going on.

And for my sake i should at least be aloud to keep my dignity towards my best friends even though i'm obliged to be as defensive and filled with fear in my own home.

My father shoots me a disapointed glance filled with raw anger that i have somehow gotten used to and I fill with a swish of dread covering my whole aroma.

He waves slightly and painfully to my friends and i follow giving them a pained but subtle smile. We then drive off in complete and utter silence. That jaw clicking silence that can scare the shit out of a baby or rattle up a dog with just the ringing of the mechanics and tools working in your body.

As much as i hate the feeling of not knowing what mood he's in or when he'll hit, I seem to get used to the creepy silence in our midsts.

I'm not describing this environment shift out of fear, but curiosity. He hasn't beat me in a far too long period for his tastes. So why is it that i have this tremendous ball forming above my heart indicating my lack of knowledge in this situation and my increased amount of emotional and mental pain in this moment.

It's all a thinking game to me. A game consisting of your brain and a manipulation tactic.

Slicing through the very depths of my thoughts and conaissances(french word for knowledge).

Finally after a painfully long moment of silence, he speaks. The brain manipulating sadistic harasser says the only words I didn't expect for at least a couple of days.

"It has been too long. It's time. You've dented the strength in the position of our family name and you must be taught your lesson." he says tapping the steering wheel, not affected by the single repressed tear slowly carving a path down my cheek to my neck.

Leaving a wet stain in its wake reminding me of small wet kisses of affection lacking a place in my life.

When he says those words i know what he means. For one week, one split of a second, nano even, i thaught we'd be okay. That I could forgive him at least for what he has done since he came back. I thaught we could be that family with the white picket fence and the startstruck parents.

I was so completely and utterly wrong.

It wasn't ending, it was only the beginning of my lifelong mockery from the person my mother seems to think is her soule mate created in a place much more powerful than us. The person under the impression that just because he knocked up my mother at the most vulnerable age of our troubled confused mess of a life, has the right to beat me to a pulp silently teaching me an absent minded, unknown lesson.

I was just a road bump blocking their shinny pass to running wildely into the sunset. They resented me i knew that forsure, especially him. But no fucking way am i going through this again. I am nothing less than defensive. I will protect my mother but not until i'm out of harms way myself.

Selfish? No. Surivable.

I wipe my tears ignoring his speach running out of the car but before i can get anywhere but across the street, he bolts out of the car and pushes me down by the shoulders.