14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

What Do You Want?-II

William:

I sat on the floor leaning against my bedroom door.

I could hear Stewart's and Amy's crying and screams along with Father's yelling.

I wanted to go down there, push him as far away from them, and we could all run away from this hell, but I could do none of that as I was locked up in my own room. I was helpless and all I could do was sit here and listen to their cries.

Just like every time he goes crazy on us he had some form of a petty reason, this time it started with Stewart's teacher calling him, to inform him that Stewart's grades were below average, that call resulted in first the living room extension of the land phone being bashed against the wall, before his hand landing on Stewart, it was a pretty normal sight for us, so we didn't interfere until it was becoming a little too hard to watch, at which point me and Amy tried to stop. I don't know why but my mother didn't try to stand up for me. If she did he would hit her as well.

The result was Amy getting slapped on the face like some bitch and me getting punched on my face that the ring he wore, left an impression over my cheekbone.

I started to feel a sharp pain in my throat as tears started to stream down my face, which I didn't even realize had already welled up in my eyes as I could hear their cries from below.

I wish, we at least had neighbors who got tired of hearing this every other day and called the cops. But then again if our own mother didn't give a shit, why would the neighbors? In fact, why would anyone care at all?

Breaking my thoughts, I heard the phone in my room start to ring for the millionth time, I had been ignoring it for hours. Fuck it, if I just tell the other person to stop bothering me, I won't have to hear that damn thing ring again.

I lifted the call, roughly wiping away the tears from my eyes and cheek.

"Hey. It's me, Nadia."

Not a good time

"Why are you calling me?" I asked clearly annoyed

It felt unfair how some people like her, Tommy, Steven, and all got no problems to deal with and could totally behave like stupid teenagers while some people like me didn't even have people who could understand what we went through. No one understands.

"Umm...nothing, you didn't come to the skate park earlier." She sounded a bit taken back.

Of course, oh how could I forget about it? Such an important task, I mean I spend the afternoon just sleeping, nothing like I got punched on the face, and knew deep down that if this continues either I was going to get killed or I would kill him.

I took a deep breath, "Look, can you just leave me alone. I don't want to talk." I said before quickly disconnecting, the phone didn't ring again.

o0o

Monday. I left the house pretty early so that I could go to Jeff's house and use a bit of his mom's makeup to cover up the bruise on my cheek.

He wasn't surprised, he knows the kind of shit that takes place at my home.

Amy got a cut on her lip and Stewart a broken finger.

The makeup and styling my hair a little bit, the bruise was hidden.

First was English, at least I will get to see her. I smiled at the thought of it, I walked into the class. But weirdly enough, the seat I always sat in, towards her right was occupied by Tommy, as she sat between him and Frankie.

Shrugging it off, I went and took the seat directly behind her. She didn't turn back, not even a glance. What was happening?

"Hey-" My greeting was cut short as Frankie interrupted me.