Dealing with Lucifer (ON HIATUS)

All Because Of Beer (2)

⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of abuse

Scarlett and her mum got in their car, a beat up Honda Civic, and made the 10 minute journey home.

"Shit." cursed Tanya, remembering that she was supposed to buy her wonderful husband some beer. "Oh well," she thought "I mean, it's only some beer. What the worst that could happen?"
Oh Tanya, you are going to regret asking yourself that question.

When they got home, a bit later than usual because of traffic, they were welcomed with the foul stench of vomit.

"Looks like dad's home" muttered Scarlett, just loud enough for her mother the shoot her a worried glance. Tanya opened the door and a very drunk Nigel stumbled towards them.

"Ah look it the whore and the bitch" spat Nigel, although the fact that he had pissed himself, somehow managed to get vomit on his shirt and was struggling to stand straight did slightly ruin the effect he was going for.

"Where the fuck is my beer, bitch?" He yelled.

"I-er f-forgot to b-buy any dar-darling" Tanya stuttered. The look on Nigel's face as she uttered those words would have been hilarious in any other situation but in their current predicament, Tanya and Scarlett found it anything but.

   Nigel stumbled towards her, clutching an empty bottle of vodka like his life depended on it (although, let's be honest, by this point, it kind of did). Smashing the bottle against the wall, little pieces of glass spreading over the tiles, he spoke in a voice so deathly quiet, that Tanya felt herself straining to her the words he said.

  "Well then darling, how about I give you a day off today. After all you have been trying oh so very hard lately." The women in the room couldn't believe the words that they heard, surely this couldn't mean that he was changing his ways? It was almost too good to be true. Upon see the hope in Tanya's eyes, a smirk spread across his face and his eyes took a vicious glint.

  "Now then love, I can't let you go completely unpunished." Turning to look at Scarlett he whispered "You've yet to feel my wrath. I guess there is no time like the present, eh?"

"You know, I read somewhere that often emotional and psychological pain is worse than physical pain." Nigel muttered, looking off into space,"anyway, where was I? Ah yes, pain...." a murderous glint screened his once warm brown eyes giving off a terrifying aura. At this point, Scarlett understood why her mum was so terrified of her father. Every bone in her body was telling her to get the hell out of there but somehow she felt as though she couldn't move. It was as if time stopped...

⚠️TW⚠️
She watched as her father grabbed the closest thing to him, unfortunately that turned out to be a frying pan. But hey! Look on the bright side at least it's not a knife!! Scarlett backed away from him as he took three menacing steps towards her, backing her into a corner with no where to run.

" Now now dearest daughter of mine, where are you going?" Scarlett's mouth opened and closed with no words coming out. To be honest she slightly resembled a fish. With no warning, Nigel swung his arm back as far as it could go and brung the frying pan crashing down onto her arms that tried their best to protect her head. A sickening crunch echoed around the kitchen as Scarlett's arm broke. A whimper escaped her as she looked down at her arm in fear.

During the commotion, no one noticed Tanya sneaking out of the kitchen. When she was out of their sight she quickly ran to the cupboard under the stairs and opened it, praying that the hinges on the door wouldn't creek. After successfully accomplishing that task, she went over to the gun cabinet picking up the keys that lay on top of it. She fumbled with the keys trying to find the right one with the stream of tears running down her face out of fear for her daughter. Finally, after several unsuccessful attempts, she pulled out an MW11 out of the cabinet and checked that it was fully loaded. A sudden determination crossed her face and for a second, just a second, she felt like the strong woman she was before she met Nigel. Before her life became the greatest fuck up in the history of fuck ups.

Slowly, Tanya creeped back into the kitchen and raised the gun. The adrenaline pumping through her veins spurred her on with her plans.

"Get the FUCK away from my daughter you bastard" she screamed. Her voice resembled that of a banshees.

"Ahh, look! Mummy wants to join in our little game!" Taunted Nigel. Tanya wasn't sure but she could have sworn that she saw a sliver of insanity cross Nigel's face.

As quick as a flash, quite impressive really considering the state that he was in, Nigel crossed the room and grabbed the pistol out of Tanya's hand. Suddenly the tables had turned. And that when shit really hit the fan. Nigel pressed the cold metal of the gun against Tanya's temple, and that's when she knew that her husband was no longer that. Her husband. No, he was a psycho who could give the Joker a run for his money.

"Please" whimpered Tanya. That word had so many goddamn meanings. Please don't kill me, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt my daughter.... "please"

Scarlett watched helplessly from the corner. She couldn't help when her mum screamed bloody murder, she couldn't help when her father took the safety catch off of the gun, she couldn't help when he squeezed the trigger, she couldn't help when her mother's brains painted the kitchen red. She was helpless.

A scream. A gunshot. A thud.
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