I sat in my car waiting. I wasn't waiting for anything particular... It just felt like I was waiting.
I looked up at my house. It was a two story brick house with rose bushes bloooming red surrounding it.
The door happened to be the same color as the roses. White window panes on every floor with green curtains
in front of them.
A light flickered on in the living room window and I saw a shadow crossing over it. My dad opened the front door slowly
and leaned on the frame with a bottle hanging in is hand. Upon closer insepction it looked like beer.
I hated it when my father drank, he became abusive and angry at the smallest of things. For example, the last time
he got drunk, he hit me unitl my face was a shade of blacks and blues. That night my pillow soaked my tears and blood.
My father was tall, but he had a stomach that stuck out. His hair was black and his eyes seemed black from a distance.
But close up they were a dark brown.
I looked nothing like him with my dark red hair and baby blue eyes. My hair was long and straight. My lifestyle
was different from my families. I became a vegan like my mother while the rest of the family continued to eat like pigs.
"Hey there Kayla. Come inside and help me open another bottle," my father said as he staggered back into the living room
and collapsed on the couch.
As much as I didn't want to, I forced myself to open the car door and step out. It was about 11pm. I had just come
home from a friends house because she was helping me study. All I wanted to do is just stand here.
I looked up at the moon. It was big and bright with thestars shining around it. It was nice to look at.
Me and my mother would look at the stars together... That was before she died last year.
She got into a car accident coming home from work. A semi-truck was on the wrong side of the road and they collided.
After that, my father started to drink more and more because he thought he could get rid of the memories like that.
I had to take care of my father and his drinking habbits, my little sister and her
school problems, and my older brother with his gambling problems.
But at least I was able to vent my stress by watching YouTube and making videos.
Yes, I became apart of the YouTube community a year ago and I currently have 1 million subscribers. My content consists
of tutorials, Minecraft, gmod, and Grand Theft auto. On occasion I will make a video of me singing a cover of a song that
I like. My biggest inspiration was PewDiePie. I only hope I could me him some day. (That my sweet people, is forshadowing ;D)
As I was thinking, a drunken voice interrupted my thoughts, "KAYLA, GET INSIDE THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW!" my father screamed.
I walked up to the cracked cement steps of the house and took a look at it. It looked peaceful from the outside, but when you
entered all hell breaks loose.
I wrapped my hand around the brass knob and slowly turned it and pushed in. The scent of cinnamon and beer greeted me
as I took a step inside. I walked into the dining room to find my dad had moved from the couch into one of the
wooden chairs. 5 bottles surrounded him and he was holding one in his hand. His other hand was occupied with his
head in it. He heard my footsteps and looked up.
"There you are Kayla, go be a dear and get me another bottle."
I looked at him and the bottles around him, "I think you should stop and go to bed dad."
He stood from the chair and walked over to me.
"What did you just say you ugly bitch?" He breathed in my face as he was close to me and mad.
"I think you've had eno-" He raised his hand above his head and swung at me.
I touched the spot he slapped and winced. The pain stung not only my cheek, but my whole face. He reached his hand above
his head again, but now it was a fist. He slammed his fist into my nose causing blood to go on the floor. He continued to
slap and punch me until he let some steam off. While he was doing that, I ended up on the floor and had curse words and
insults thrown at me from his mouth. He stood above me catching his breath. I guess beating the crap out of your older
daughter is tiring. But that was where he made a mistake.
I kicked his legs and he staggered backwards. As he was falling I stood up and ignored the pain in my chest. I ran up to my room
and locked the door. I fell back on my bed and let the tears fall.
I could hear my father screaming my name from downstairs but I shut him out.
I sat up and looked at my wall trying to forget the pain I was just in.
When I was sure my father passed out on the floor I tiptoed
down the hall to my sisters room. I knocked lightly on the wooden door and took a step back. My sister opened the door with messy
bed head. She looked more like my father than I did. She had black hair that was a little shorter than mine. Her eyes were a deep
brown and her face was pale. She wasn't exactly the pretty type, but her personatlity was gorgeous.
She rubbed her eyes and tried to adjust to the light.
"Whats up big si-, ARE YOU OKAY!?" She asked as she took a better look at me.
I put my finger up to my lips and shushed her. I pointed down the stairs and made an action of my dad drinking. She nodded and looked
at me with curious eyes.
"Dad got drunk again, before you go to bed, lock your door," I whispered to her.
She gave a slight nod and turned to close her door, "Good night Kayla, I love you."
"I love you too Sierra, now get a good nights rest."
As her door closed I spun around to head to my room. I got in, closed and locked the door. I changed into some PJ shorts and a t-shirt
that was 5 sizes too big. I lifted my blanket and the warmth engulfed me. I allowed sleep to take me. In the morning I would expect a gift
from my dad. He did that to say sorry for beating me. Of course I wished he wouldn't beat me at all.