Amor

~Chapter 45~

It's finally here.

The day I've been dreading has arrived and it's taking everything in me not to break down and cry on the floor of this empty kitchen; it's our last day in this house.

Jesse and I woke up really early this morning to get started on packing up the remaining things from the house and going back and forth to the apartment since we're supposed to be out of here by 7pm tonight. I had already been awake by the time I heard my brothers alarm ringing because in all honesty, I didn't get even an ounce of sleep with my thoughts running haywire the entire night.

I had tossed and turned in my air mattress until the sun began to peak out from behind the clouds and Jesse came into my room to find me sitting by the window, staring out at the backyard with the stuffed pig Donnie had bought me at the mall months ago clutched in my arms.

He didn't comment on how distraught I looked, but I could tell by his silence that he was worried; either way, I'm glad Jesse didn't question me about it.

"Sophie you almost done in there?"

My brother's voice coming from the other room catches my attention and I clear my throat as I struggle to reach the top cupboard next to the refrigerator. "Y-yeah, give me a minute!"

The kitchen was fairly empty now, but there were still a few plates and mugs not yet packed, so I put myself in charge of handling the task while Jesse dealt with some of the heavier stuff that we didn't get done that day Donovan came over to help. Unfortunately for me, all the leftover dishes were on the highest shelf and being the short person I am, this was proving to be more difficult than I thought.

As I grab the nearest chair and climb onto the counter, shakily holding onto the top of the fridge for balance, I hear my brother shout. "After you load those into the car, come help me out in the living room."

"Okay!" I answer through a scattered breath as I try not to fall off the small ledge.

Opening the cupboard, I reach inside and start taking out a few plates at a time and setting them down near my feet on the stove. Good thing most of these are made of plastic so I don't need to worry about them breaking if they fall. After the incident with papa where he came home drunk and attacked me, Jesse thought it'd be better to use non breakable dishes.

I freeze, my arm stopping just as I was about to grab another pile, when my mind goes back to that night. Papa...

"Where is it?!"

"Wh-where's what p-papa?" I ask gently and hope he stops yelling at me.

"The vodka! I stored some in here but he hid it somewhere so I can't drink it! Where is it Sophia?!" My eyes are tearing up but I can't cry right now or else he might do something bad.

"N-no se! I d-didn't even k-know we had a-alcohol in here..." I tell him truthfully but he doesn't believe me cause next thing I know, his hand connects with my face and I feel a familiar sting.

"Don't fucking lie to me! It's in here somewhere and I'm certain you and your brother are keeping it from me!" He takes my hair into one of his hands and pulls it down to make me look at him. My face hurts, my heart is beating quick, and I can feel the headache from earlier coming back. Amongst all these things, I feel absolute fear the most.

"Where is it?"

"I d-don't know, I p-promise"

That's not what he wanted to hear. His fist lands on my eye and I fall to the floor holding my face in my shaking hands. He punched me. My papa just punched me...