Copykat's Revenge

Chapter 2

     I open the door when I see...

     "MOM!" I see my mom on the floor, scared and hurt. The lights are turned off, the light coming from the windows is just enough to see what happened. I can barely see but I can tell that isn't just water on the floor. The metallic smell of my mom's blood is all I can smell. My dad is nowhere to be seen. I walk in and close the door as tears fall down my cheek. "Mom, what happened?"

     "Your dad, he- he hurt me, with a knife, please go, while you still can" I went over and hugged her. "Stay with me, please"

     There I was hugging my mom in our living room, I was devastated. She was all I had, my father hates me and I get bullied at school.

     I quickly go to the bathroom to find any towels that I can and wrap them around her wounds to stop the bleeding, staining my clothes. "The ambulance is coming, I called them." I cried into my mother's shoulder.

     I'm only 10 I shouldn't have to go through this. What am I supposed to do now, she helped me go to sleep at night, gave me more food so I could live, and protected me. What am I supposed to do now. Back to my earlier thoughts, maybe being a villian isn't so bad, I have nothing to leave behind right?

     The door suddenly opens and the ambulance walks in and immediately takes my mom. Police question me while she gets taken to the hospital. "How did she get hurt?"

     "H- he" I couldn't manage to get any words out. I was traumatized.

     "It's okay you can tell us later when you calm down" The officer takes me to the station unfortunately my dad doesn't get found.  They send me back home because apparently "there is no proof my dad did it." They said it could've easily been me because there were no weapons found or any of my dad's fingerprints. This is sooo horrible!

     I get home and no surprise, my dad is home. Yay. "Where have you been?" He screamed at me.

     "You were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago, you really don't listen so you?" I try tuning out the door but I feel my shirt choke me as he pulls me back, "Now where do you think you're going? Think you can escape huh, WRONG! If you go tell a single person about this you WILL die"

     "I- I'm sorry!" I cried

     "Sorry doesn't work. You're scared aren't you, stuttering haha, this makes it way more fun" he grabs my wrist and leads me back into the living room, now that the lights are on I can see it much better. The couch pillows are on the floor, the tv is shattered. There are pools of blood on the ground. It's a mess. He continues dragging me into my room and starts beating me. He kicks me in the stomach and says "Stay here"

     He comes back with a whip in his hand. My heart beat increases as I see him walk towards me, whip in hand. He takes off my shirt and tells me to turn around. I obey knowing he will hurt me more if I refuse. He hits me once. A red mark appears on my back not even a second later. It stings so much, but I deserve it don't I? I feel it hit my back once more and it hurt so much more than the last one. My back is bleeding already and there are blisters. I get hit again, and again, and again. My back is numb and I'm just standing here crying "STOP, PLEASE STOP"

     "SHUT UP, you deserve this so don't tell me to stop. I'm the adult here and you do as I say!"
The whip hits my back once more, he kicks me again. This goes on for about five more minutes until I get to rest. Maybe i should actually escape, but how and when?

     The home phone rings, "Go answer it!" I hear my dad yell. I go to the living room and pick up the phone. "Hello are you the family of  Ms (insert a name because I don't have one, sorry)"

     "Yes it is, what happened?" My anxiety builds up quickly as I wait for an answer.

     "Sorry to tell you this but, she didn't survive. We left for a minute and her heart stopped beating. We tried everything we could"

     The tears start falling and I hang up. "What happened?" My dad asks, more like yells.

     "Mom she- she's dead" I run to my room and just cry. My mom died, I got the worst beating of my life, how could this get any worse? Before I know it I fall asleep to the sound of silence.

    

     Wow 817 words, not a lot but the most I've done. Are people actually reading this, I only have like 2 reads, my best friend and someone else. Also, give tips on how I could improve this, I feel like it's horrible but I won't give up, I'll try to update once a day but sometimes I just don't have the motivation or energy to, if you know what I mean.