Educated Courage: A Kenny X OC Story(on Hiatus)

Temptations and Punishments

A/n- this chapter contains heavy abuse and other triggering topics. You have been warned.

Craig’s POV

I watched from the kitchen as dad walked towards the front door, I knew someone was out there, but I couldn’t tell who by how quietly they were talking. Dad flung the door open and I watched wide eyed as he threw Skye inside. She tumbled to the ground with a loud thud, I quickly ran to her before dad could. I grabbed her gently by the arm and heaved her up and heard the door slam shut. I held Skye to my chest tightly as dad stormed over to us, he reached his arm out to grab her and I slapped it away. After what he did to me, I didn’t want him near my sisters. I glared at him, but his own gaze felt like his was piercing through my body. I began to shake, I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure. 

    “I need to have a chat with your sister about where she was.” The tall man before me spoke in a deep, gruff voice. Skye clutched my shirt tightly in her fists and buried her head further into my chest, if that was even possible. 

    “Why? So you can punish her? No way!” I snapped, he tried to pull her away again, but I moved farther away. 

    “That Kenny boy dropped her off, and I need to know what that little slut was doing with him, so tell me NOW!” His voice boomed loudly, Skye’s breathing became sporadic. I could tell by the way he huffed and tapped his foot that he was getting impatient. To make matters worse, he wasn’t even drunk. He was being a dick just because he wanted to, he wouldn’t have an excuse for any of this. Usually he would say “I won’t ever do it again, I was drunk”, which obviously was always a lie. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Skye squeal, dad had snatched her from my grasp and was shaking her. 

    “DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM!? YOU’RE A DISGUSTING, NO GOOD WHORE!” His screaming echoed through the house, his spit was flying everywhere, veins popping from his  neck. My anger boiled over and I grabbed the first thing my eyes landed on which was a vase. I quickly grabbed it as dad continued to shake Skye by the shoulders. She was so petrified that her cries had no sound. I quickly grabbed the vase, ran to dad’s side and slammed it against his head. It shattered and he stumbled back, dropping my terrified sister to the floor. I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder and booked it into Tricia’s room. My youngest sister was doing some last minute homework on the floor, her gaze shifted to us as I locked her door and sat Skye on the bed. 

    “Is dad mad about Skye not being home sooner like he was with us?” Tricia inquired, I slowly nodded my head. I looked over to Skye to see her tears had dried up, leaving stains where they had fallen on her cheeks. She looked broken and beaten down, dad’s words had finally gotten to her. Before she would always shrug off his mean slut comments, I knew they always hurt her, but she never showed it. Her eyes no longer sparkled, they looked dull and lifeless. I frowned at the sight before me, I glanced back at Tricia who nodded, signaling she noticed the change in attitude as well. Usually Skye would cry for about 25 minutes and when she was done she would give us the brightest smile. Tricia and I jumped at the loud banging on the bedroom door, dad was yelling obscenities and threatening us. We all stayed silent, he finally huffed and walked back down the old wooden staircase, each step creaking under his weight. I could hear the faint sound of the TV in the living room, meaning he would take his nap soon. I focused my attention out the window, the snow had begun to fall harder. Quickly piling up into a cold blanket of white, it looked mesmerizing as it sparkled on the icy ground. 

    “Skye? Are you okay?” Tricia’s kind voice pierced through my thoughts, bringing my attention to my twin. She nodded her head in response and then stood up without saying a word. I chewed on my bottom lip with worry, I hadn’t seen her this depressed since mom died. Skye opened and closed her mouth several times before she actually said anything.