Hey guys! I got the idea for this story while surfin' the YouTube….haha. Anyways. This story isn't from any show or anything…..I just came up with the idea and I knew I couldn't let it go. So here it is!
I ran. Ran as fast as my poor little legs could carry me. I knew what he was doing to her downstairs, and it wasn't good. I came to the stairs and ran down them. Once I got downstairs, I could see I was too late.
"MOMMY!" I screamed. I saw my own mother, lying in a pool of blood on the floor, a knife protruding from her chest. I saw the blood pouring from her, making her look as pale as a ghost. Which she was going to be soon, anyways. I looked around the room. Daddy was standing over her dead body. I felt the tears pouring down my face. Daddy came up to me and comforted me while I cried. I knew what he did. He was the one that killed mommy.
"It's ok, Emily, everything's ok. It's ok to cry, calm down." He said soothingly to me. I pushed him off.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed. I ran up to Dacey's room to find that she was awake and crying. Good to know I'm not the only one. I picked her up carefully and cradled her in my arms, tears dropping to the ground. I held her tighter. I would never let her go.
I opened my eyes, relieved that the memory was over. That was years ago, I have to put my past behind me. Focus on the more important things. Today is the first day of high school! I, Emily Carnicelli, am going to high school. I slipped on my yellow and orange striped longsleeve shirt, packed my backpack and waited for Dacey. Luckily for me, dad is still sleeping. If he were awake right now, he'd slap me like he does every morning when he's hung over from drinking last night.
"Come on, Dacey, let's go." I beckoned as my little sister walked down the stairs. We walked out the door and waited for our busses.
"Emily, is daddy going to wake up and hit you again?" Dacey asked me. I grew quiet.
"No, no dad's asleep right now. I'm fine." I answered as Dacey's bus stopped in front of us. I pushed her onto her bus and waved goodbye. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone our secret because I made her swear when she first found out. No one else needs to know about it. Then I saw my own bus pull up. I pulled down my sleeve to hide the bruise on my arm from yesterday morning's beating and climbed on the bus. I saw plenty of people already on the bus, and when I approached an empty seat, I sat in it. I really wish Dacey hadn't asked me that. As the bus drove away, I pictured mom waving at me as the bus drove off. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek.
Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked over to see who wanted my attention to see a girl about my age tapping.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked me. I quickly made up a lie.
"Oh, me? I'm fine, just fine." I responded. She shrugged.
"Ok then. My name is Cassandra. What's yours?" She said.
"My name is Emily." I responded. She nodded.
"That's cool!" She chirped happily.
Weeks and months passed and me and Cassandra were best friends now. I still haven't told her about my mom, but i'm going to. Just about now.
"Why can't we ever go to your house? I bet it would be fun! I mean, seriously, I haven't even met your parents." Cassie asked me. I sighed and hid my bruise under my hair.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked. She nodded.
"Well, it's a long story." I said. She waved it off.
"We've got time." She said. I nodded.
"Well, when I was 4, my dad murdered my mom right in front of me. He proceeded to tell me that she did it herself and he was only trying to stop her. From that day on, my dad abuses me every day." I explained. She gasped.
"Oh, my, gosh, Emily! That's terrible! Why haven't you reported him to the police or something?" She asked me.
"Don't have the courage." I answered. She shook her head.
"I can do it for you." She insisted. I shook my head.
"No, no, don't. After all, it's only the rest of high school and he's out of my life forever, right?" I said.
"Fine, if you insist. But I'm here for you anytime you need me." She said. I smiled and hugged her. Then it was my stop, so I stood up and got off the bus.
Once I walked in the front door, I noticed that dad was awake now. I was in for it, because by now he was drunk again. He heard the front door swing open and trudged towards me. I swallowed hard.
"Emily, you bitch! Why in the fucking hell are you disturbing me?" He grumbled. Then I felt his hand come in contact with my face. My cheek stung with pain. He slapped my other cheek and punched me in the arm. He dropped his glass of beer on the floor, glass shattering all over my feet. I saw little drops of blood stain my socks.
"Dad, please stop!" I screamed. He yelled and slapped me again. I moaned and rubbed my soar cheek. He pushed me to the ground and walked off to his bedroom. I stayed laying there for a minute then got up. I went to the bathroom upstairs to see where the bruises are. When I saw what my face looked like, I knew it hurt my bruises too much to cry. There was a large bruise on my left cheek and a scrape on my right cheek. My upper arm was bruised from where he punched me and my foot was cut and bleeding from the glass. I had to pluck out the piece that got lodged in my foot. I noticed Dacey walk up the stairs and then I slammed the bathroom door closed. Then Dacey knew not to disturb me, and walked straight to her room and locked her door. I bandaged my foot and put my sock back on. I took my hair out of the ponytail sitting on the back of my head and fixed it to see how well I could cover up the bruise. Not very well at all. I sighed and decided to say that I fell and my face hit a mailbox. I walked out of the bathroom and to my own room to silently play my guitar. Dad was passed out by now, so I could play a little louder. As I started strumming notes to my favorite song, I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I asked, a little scared.
"Password is password." I heard. I sighed with relief.
"Come in." I said, and continued playing my guitar. Dacey walked in and sat on my butterfly chair to listen to me play. She shut and locked the door behind her. I started to hum the words to my favorite song.
I will not make the same mistakes that you did Because of you I lose my way Because of you I watched you die
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing
All of it is true, everything. I wake up in the middle of the night crying. I never actually sincerely smile or laugh, it's all fake. Because of my dad, I'm afraid. I can't trust many people, let alone myself. I didn't need Dacey to clap for me, and I could tell she didn't really want to, so I just put my guitar back on its stand and lay on my bed. I hear dad waking up and get off my bed in a hurry.
"Quick, get back to your room and lock the door, Dacey. Now." I whispered, listening to the footsteps on the bottom of the stairs. She ran out of my room and into her own room. I lay back on my bed and looked out my window.
I heard my door slam open and looked to see my dad, standing in my doorway. I crouched in the corner of my bed, afraid. He wasn't moving, he was just standing there. Then he moved towards me.
"WH-what are you doing? Dad?" I asked, extremely terrified now. He threw me onto my bed and pinned me down in a laying position, then started intensely kissing me. He ran his fingers over my breasts and ignored my struggling. He tore my clothes off and ripped off his own afterwards. I closed my eyes and struggled some more. He stuck his personal area in front of my face and demanded I suck it. I knew he would slap me so hard I'd see my mother again, so I didn't hold back and sucked on it until he told me to stop. He laid me back down and started raping me. The worst part, by far, was….
Dacey could hear my screams all the way down the hall.
OMG, she has one SAD story. Well, there's the first chapter for you! Reviews!