August 11, 2012
Sunday
"Come downstairs child. Now!" my father's voice boomed throughout the house.
I knew what was coming for me at that point. It was something I could've prevented, but I knew I couldn't. I had a little sister to think of even though she hated my presence.
Where are my manners? I'm sorry, my name is Hyuga Hinata. I'm sixteen years old and I'm living a nightmare. Well, I'm living with a nightmare that I had to call my father.
My father wasn't always this shitty man he's become. Ever since Mom died, he's never been the same. The first year of her death he tried to be strong for my sister and I. But then, the grief began to consume him entirely.
He started going to the bar every night on Fridays after work. He would come home spitting vicious remarks towards my sister and I, but I made her go upstairs and that left me to be the punching bag. Then, his habit of drinking gradually got worse. He started to go every night after work which was five or six days a week.
The first time he hit me was when I was twelve years old. I tried to help him as much as I could at my age. I talked to him even though he wasn't paying attention to a word I said.
I started,"Dad, could you help me with-"
He told me that he couldn't answer right at that moment and I pressed at him to answer my question. I tried to remember my question to try to figure out why he began to hit since that very day.
'He's my dad, he won't get upset because I was asking for help..' I thought with a glimmer of hope.
Shortly after, a harsh slap echoed throughout the kitchen.
"I said I don't want to answer right now sweetie. Now, get out of my sight." he gave a blank smile.
I remembered going up the stairs with tears down my face and a red cheek. Since then, his actions became increasingly violent. He started to blame me for the death of my mother. That's what I've been dealing with for the past four years now.
I was finally downstairs and I saw my father, Hyuga Hiashi. He wasn't upset, but he was calm. Yup, I already knew what was in store for me.
"Come here." my father motioned me to come forward.
I was in for a hell of a beating, I knew that very well.
"Y-yes dad?" I stuttered.
Shit. I just unleashed the beast and he came at me with full speed.
A hand flashed toward my face with so much force it knocked me to the ground. My face throbbed, but I didn't reach out to touch it. That just made the bastard even angrier, so I didn't even bother to move.
"How many goddamn times do I tell you? Call me father you stuttering imbecile!" he snarled.
"Once father." I said trembling.
My father grabbed my hair and started beating the life out of me. I couldn't remember when he stopped, but I was glad when he did. My entire body was screaming in pain.
"Tck. I'm done with you. I have to go to a meeting. You better not be in my sight when I return. Understood?" he warned.
"Hai..otousan." I said quietly.
He gave me a curt nod, washed his hands as he always did, grabbed his keys and walked out the door. He didn't last as long as usual, so that was a plus. That meant he was having a 'good' day.
My chest, stomach, and back are badly bruised. It was unbearable to get up, but I forced myself to move. I walked up to my room, shut the door quietly, and laid myself on my bed as gently as possible.
Tears started to stream down my face. I wasn't one to cry often anymore, but I couldn't hold it. I muffled my sobs into my pillow and began to talk to Mom.
"Okaa-san, why did you have to leave? You were everything to me, you said you would always be there! This isn't fair why does it have to be this way? Why?" I screamed recklessly.
No one was home, so I could scream my bloody heart out.
Hours passed as I screamed at my mother from my room. Once I heard the beeping of the front door being opened, I went into an uneasy sleep.
A/N: Yes, I know it seems like I've kept uploading the same chapters over and over. Yes, I'm sorry. I've just been wanting to fix this story badly. I re-read my story and it just seemed like shit to me. I'm just trying to be a better writer and I'm very determined in not giving this story up. Just try to be patient with me.