Never Good Enough

Never Good Enough: Chapter 2

I had awakened in more pain then ever. My hearing was weak,  but I could make out the sound of a girl crying. I opened my eyes wider and discovered that my sister Delores was sitting beside me crying. 

"Delores, why are you crying?" I asked worriedly.

"Did they hurt you?" I asked frantically. She sobbed a bit more than finally looked ready to talk.

"No." She said quietly. 

"Then what's wrong?" I asked impatiently.

"I thought you were dead, I saw mom and dad hurting you...I was so worried...when I saw dad hit you one last time and how you just closed your eyes...I thought I lost you" She said. Delores had started crying again even harder. It made me want to cry too. My eyes welled with tears and I silently cried. 

"I thought I lost you too." I said through my tears. I was really scared, I literally thought that this time their punches and abuse would kill me. I was cold and started to shiver. Man, the basement floor is uncomfortable. I sat up, I then noticed that I was still shirtless. 

"Delores, get up here now and do your chores! You too Alison! If you're conscious now." Yelled mom. I wish I was still unconscious. I slowly got up, I was still very weak from the beating I'd received last night. 

"Now" Screamed mom. Delores had charged up the stairs, sometimes my mom gets her scared stiff. I walked slowly up the stairs with dried blood on my face. I'd started sweeping and washing dishes. I looked over at the clock. It was 7:00 AM. I went unconscious around 4:00 PM yesterday. Wow, dad must've hit me hard. 

"Alison, you're not going to school today. You're covered in blood and badly bruised, if I send you to school..I might go to jail, and we don't want that right?" She stated ever so blatantly. I slowly nodded my head. 

"If you tell anyone about that accident that happened last night, I will hurt you worse than you've ever been hurt before. I might even kill you. Understand?" She yelled. I nodded again.

"Don't just nod, say "Yes ma'am!"" She shouted.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied weakly. I heard my dad coming downstairs. I was suddenly worried, is he going to hit me again? He walked past me, glaring. I quickly looked away. I hated him, I wish I could put him through the pain he puts me through. I can't believe that my mother threatened to kill me if I tell anyone that her and my dad are beating me up. It isn't right. Should I tell someone? I don't know. What if they do kill me? After what happened last night, It could be possible that they'll kill me. I slowly walked out to the living room after finishing all my chores and turned on the TV. I started watching "America's Funniest Home Videos." I'd laughed a little bit. Maybe there is some humor left in the world. I then I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"You worthless trash, didn't I tell you to get off your ass and start working around here! And if you're not gonna do chores, at least study so you can raise those horrible grades of yours!" Screamed my mom. I quickly turned around filled with anger. I stared angrily into her eyes for what seemed like forever.

"Are you gonna sit around and do nothing all day, or are you gonna do what I told you to do?" She said loudly. I was infuriated. I was never good enough for her! If I studied, I was supposed to be doing chores, if I was doing chores, I was supposed to be studying. I just want normal parents who don't push me to my breaking point in stress. I'd quickly got up and walked to my room. 

"Good choice, asshole." She muttered. I ignored her comment and grabbed my cellphone. I HAD to tell someone about what my parents do to me! I started too text Chloe.

"Hey, Chloe. Do you want too skip school with me today? I'll go over to your house." 

I texted. I impatiently waited for a reply, I had to get out of my house somehow. Finally, my phone vibrated.