A/N: I just figured that since I haven't uploaded a new story or an update for an old one, now was as good a time as ever, I have had this story and another tucked under my belt for quite some time, the other story you all will have to wait to see! Please R&R Love you all!
Sirens wailed in the background, as the little girl sat in the back of the ambulance, her knees at her chest and her head buried deep in her hands. The little girl's sobs grew louder as the woman on the stretcher was delicately loaded into the ambulance; she too was placed on a stretcher and placed beside the woman in the vehicle that soon sped off in the direction of the hospital. She felt no pain, as the doctors tended to her gaping wounds, she watched as the hospital lights whirled quickly overhead, for the first time in her life she felt scared for someone other than herself; this, this was the first time she had to. She tried her hardest to free herself from the heresy of doctors and nurses, to make her way to the woman, who was now laying as still as stone on the solid hospital bed. A heart wrenching scream filled the hospital air as she watched her mother slip away. She wanted to stay with her mother, she wanted to stay by her side; but a nurse quickly grabbed her, seeing the scarlet puddle forming at the child's feet. The child kicked and screamed, scratched and punched, bit and pinched, the girl did everything she could to get free, but the nurse remained fastened to the floor.
"Calm down hon, shh, just calm down..." the nurse whispered as she pushed a sedative into the girl's I.V.
"Momma..." the girl sobbed before slipping into a deep slumber, "come back..."
4 years later
I sat on the couch watching my favorite T.V. show; it was 4:30 he was working late, which is odd, because it's winter, and pouring rain! Its days like this he is normally home before I am, not to say I am complaining what so ever, I am happy he isn't here. Just as my day starts to brighten, I hear his car pull into the drive-way. I run upstairs to my new momma's room, like I always do- but lately she has been sleeping more, like today, so I am forced to be with him.
Every day he has the same routine: wake up, coffee, work, home, beer, brandy, and more beer. When he is sober, he is amazing, we get breakfast, we go to the movies, we go bowling, but when he is drunk, that's when it all changes. Once he nearly burned down the house, he had the oven on, to this day I still can't remember what he was making, but whatever it was it caught on fire; he was too busy beating me to care to put the fire out.
"Hi Daddy..." was the response he demanded upon his arrival.
"Hello Aaliyah." he said with an almost devilish grin. I had never seen my father like this, he has beaten me, thrown me against walls, broken glass on my body and cut and me with the shards, but never had I seen this look. It was hungry, out for control, power, something that he could manipulate. I looked him in the eyes, the flames in them intensified. Seeing the sudden reaction I jolted back, only to be met by his hands pinning mine over my head, his lips devouring mine, me, trapped-again. Every man, every boy my age -had taken advantage of me in the precise way my new father was here, this day.