Father, How Could You
Told in Johnny's POV
Oneshot
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9:00 PM
I was sitting up in my room hoping neither of them knew I was here. I could smell the ciggerette smoke and the alcohol. The laughter that would soon turn into yelling as the raging alcoholics downstairs known as my parents poured glass after glass of cheap whisky.
I heard the loudness of the footsteps on the stairs and towards my bedroom. I debated weather to hide or just take the beating I knew was coming. It was too late as my father opened the door and smiled, exposing his yellow teeth.
"Come here boy" he roared. I remained planted on my bed. He stumbled over to my bed and got in my face, he didn't even have to breathe, I could smell the alcohol. He smiled again and laughed a low laugh. He hadn't raised his hand, and I was scared.
He moved his hand down to the lower half of my body and slowly began playing with the button on my jeans.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted and was stupid enough to kick him away. He got an evil look on his face and ripped off my clothes. He threw me across the room and took off his own clothes and in a matter of seconds I felt the pain. It was like everything in me was being ripped apart and I screamed out. He didn't care though, he continued as if he had heard nothing and even laughed about it.
When I finally got a good look at him I realized his face mirrored my own, apart from the fact that his showed joy while mine showed pain. I looked just like my father, and he looked just like his father. I knew his past, a young boy, my age, who had been kicked around too much. He had been told it was because he deserved it and that traight alone had stuck with him when he had created a child. Me. Jonathan Robert Cade. He does to me what his father did to him.
But I wasn't going to be like him or like my grandfather. I was going to be a better person than they ever were.
When he finally left me I couldn't do anything. Every move I made made me burn inside and my body screamed louder and louder. It was a pure hell I wish upon no one. All I could do was lie on the floor, crying and shaking and wishing the pain to stop.
Blood dripped from my body and I hoped to die right there.
"Help" I whispered. I knew nobody could hear me and I felt helpless. Oh God, why had I come home? Darry would have let me stay on the couch.
No.
I had to be stubborn and decide to go home, although I had had a bad feeling about it from the start. Every sound made me jump and made my body scream louder than when I tried to move. I no longer had control over anything in my life.
My breathing slowed down gradually until I could hardly tell I was breathing anymore. Everything began to blur and I slipped in and out of conciousness.
Finally, blackness surrounded me and the nightmare I was living in.
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