I jogged up the steps of the stoop leading to the door of my home. Even before I turned the bronze handle of the knob and opened the door, I could hear the faint sound of yelling and
the smashing of objects. I could tell they must be ceramic plates for I heard the jarring echo of shattering.
Not again.
I hated when my mom and dad fought. My dad always got really violent, usually taking his anger out on my mom and sometimes me. I hesitantly opened the door only to have the shards
of a plate, just victimized to my father's throwing, hit my legs. I winced at the stinging in my shins. My dad didn't even spare me a glance. My mom quickly turned her head toward me.
What I read in her eyes frightened me.
Shame. Guilt.
But that wasn't what put the chill down my spine. It was the pure terror that flashed in her hazel eyes. Terror for me. My father was still yelling at my mom. "That's it! I swear to god I'm
going to kill you!!!," he yelled with hate.
That surprised me. He's hurt my mom but I always believed that he still loved her, deep inside. With a guttural growl he stormed to the open door
of the basement and hastily stomped down the stairs. As soon as he was out of earshot, my mom ran up to me.
"Honey, Iris, you have to listen to me. Please. Go under the bed in your room and stay there no matter what you hear. Don't you dare come out. Promise me.," she quickly and firmly told
me in a hushed tone. I was confused and more scared than I had ever been in my entire 15 years.
"Mom, I d-don't understand…," I stammered out. "Promise me," she begged. I didn't know what to do but give a faint, "I promise." My mom looked visibly relieved until
we started to hear signs of my dad about to ascend the basement stairs. She looked me in the eye and put her hands on my shoulders.
"I love you. More than anything in the world. I will always love you no matter what happens. Remember that." I started shaking. "Mom, you're scaring me." My mom glanced behind her at
the basement door. My dad could be heard thundering up the stairs now. My mom frantically whispered, "Go. Go now. I love you." She kissed me on the forehead then pushed me toward
the kitchen door.
Still seriously confused and frightened, I half ran-half stumbled down the hallway and into my bedroom. I practically dove under my bed after hastily pushing up the white bed-skirt.
Breathing heavily, I strained my ears to try to listen to what was going on in the kitchen. All I could decipher were a flurry of loud unintelligible words followed by a lot of slamming. And
gasps of pain.
Mom.
He's laid injury to my mom before but never at this level of intensity. My mom's words rang through me head. Stay there no matter what you hear. There was no way I was going to listen
to her. This was a promise I was going to have to break. Visibly shaking, I reached to pull myself out from underneath my bed.
A half second later, the ear-splitting sound of a gunshot resounded through the house causing me to freeze in my tracks. I stopped thinking. I seemed to have lost control of my body. All
I could do was lay there half-posed to spring out from under my bed. The air around me took on a still, eery, almost fragile quality. The sound of uneven footsteps, gradually growing
louder, cut through the cloudy dream state I was temporarily residing in. My door flew open with an almost deafening crash. I heard the footsteps enter my room. I knew it was vitally
crucial for me to stay still and not make a sound. It didn't matter. I couldn't have been able to move even if I had wanted to. I heard the person come closer to the bed. The floorboards
creaked. I had never noticed the creaking before. Huh. With a shuffle the person unsteadily sat on the edge of my bed. I could hear the sound of heavy breathing. There were the sharp
snaps of a gun being loaded. It was utterly silent for several moments until a whisper floated through the air. "I love you Iris." Then the rocket of another gunshot went off followed by an
absolutely sickening splatter. And just as the plates had only minutes before, my world shattered.
Ok. That was my first fanfic. I just had this story in my head for the longest time and I was finally like, "Ok, Ok. I'll write it already." I'm not exactly sure what kind of spacing and paragraphs I should use to make it easier for people to read but I did the best I could. I'm sorry its really depressing. I got the idea from the show Lost. Umm, I'm not sure if anybody would want me to even continue. I would love for feedback because without it, due to my lack of self esteem, I will not post another chapter. I will welcome criticism becuase I want to become a better writer! If there is another chapter, the flock will enter the story. Thanks.