13 years old- The Father of Nightmares
Today was the day, one I will never forget and one where I take control today this stops. For the past 13 years of my life my father has walked in and out of my life beating my mother and thinking nothing of it. He will learn, I will force that sadistic asshole a lesson. I hid it from my mother fearing that she will try to stop me.
The final straw came last night when he slapped my 5-year-old sister Viktoria across the face. I decided that this would end. It was the last day of spring break before I headed back to school with my other two sisters. "Hey there's my mutt of a son." He said to me clearly buzzed with alcohol. My temper rose quickly, foot tapping wildly on the floor.
"Dimka, I decided to make some black bread and koulebiaka today, oh your hear?" My mother said clearly confused, usually he visited once maybe twice a month but never more than a day and never one right after another. My other two sisters Sonya and Karolina come down the stairs and quickly went to their seats at the table.
"Where's the other one?" he yelled angrily. My temper snapped.
"Her name is Viktoria and she's sick," I said flatly.
"Well get her down here I want to see all the mutts before I go back to the states!" He yelled at my mother going to slap her. I quickly got up and grabbed is forearm restraining him.
"You don't touch her or any of my sister," I stated letting the anger lace my words.
"Like you have a choice," He snickered with speed he never expected I punched him squarely in the jaw letting him fall to the floor. He stared at me with amazement as I hit him in the jaw then in the stomach and the groin. A hand grabbed my shoulder; it was Yeva; just as I became calm again, I heard the door open and Zmey walk in. He looked shocked at first but then smiled at me.
"Nice work kid," Abe said. He snapped and his guardians grabbed my bloody father.
"You think you can do a better job of running this house than me," he asked me.
"Leave," I stated, " and don't ever come back."
"Kid, your one heck of a fighter, when you graduate and want a little extra money call me or find me," Zmey spoke his gold jewelry glittering.
"He will never work for you," My mother stated. Yeva giving him a terrible gaze; Zmey laughed and left as quickly as he showed up.