Chapter 1
The life I live alone
It was a Monday, luckily. The day was going to be warm, great for work! My mother works at a school and my father works in an office till seven in the evening. No one would see me sneak up stairs again. I wobbled up the stairs. I peered into the house. My father was sitting at the breakfast table! He looked as if he'd been up all night but he hadn't. Well he had…he had also been drinking. My father does that some nights. I was lucky last night he didn't come down and beat me, like he often does. He sat in the wooden chair, hunched over his bowl of cereal. His coffee was spilt, that meant he wasn't in a good mode.
I tried to close the door and return to my room but my father spotted me. He threw his chair back and came staggering for me. I gasped and closed the door. I was half way down the stairs when the tossed open the door. I gasped again. I tried to fallow the last steps but he caught me. He grabbed me by my collar and tossed me down the rest of the stairs. When I reached the bottom my arm was in pain.
"What were you doing up those stairs?" He stuttered. I smelt the alcohol in his breath. I coughed. He was eying me hard. When I didn't answer he picked me up by my bleeding arm and threw me against the wall. I felt the pain shoot up my back. I wailed. He let me drop and then staggered up the stairs again. I panted as I laid there on the floor. He hadn't done bad to me, he'd done worse. Once he broke my back and another time he almost broke my neck. My mother stopped him before that happened.
I slowly walked over to only window in the whole basement. It was small and it let the water pour in but it was sunny out and it was all I had. I peered out. I noticed my father. He was stumbling to his car. He was trying to pry his car door open. I raised my hand and glared at the door. Suddenly it slowly opened. My father growled and turned to the house. I fell to the ground, one because I was looking for me and second because I slipped. I heard the car engine roar and the car skid onto the road. I panted quietly. The house was finally empty but I was too torn up and tired to care. I didn't know it but I fell asleep. Mom says I should never fall asleep after dad tried to tear me in two. I accidently did and I woke about three hours later. I woke to the smell of lunch on the table. Mother was home. I raced up the stairs. I tossed open the door.
My mother was beautiful. She had long curly brown hair that fell passed her shoulders. It was unlike my bright blond hair that was spiked up. Her eyes were like diamonds, they always sparkled. Mine were shadows. She was nice and kind and yet she married a man who would beat his only son. She heard the door open and turned to me. She smiled warmly.
"Hello, Lucas. Did your father hit you again?" she asked.
"Yes," I nodded, "My arm bled and my back hurts. I think I'll be fine though."
"Alright. How does spaghetti sound to you?" she smiled.
"Wonderful!" I cheered. Spaghetti was my all time favorite and she knew it.
"Here," she hummed, placing a plateful on the small table. I sat and began to eat wildly. She just smiled. I never thought she would ever be mad at me like dad always seemed to be. She was always smiling. I was always afraid.
"I must go back to work now," she whispered in a sweet voice. She kissed me on the head and walked out the door. I smiled and finished my food. I was going to walk down to the basement but I was tired on it all of a sudden. I was feeling angry and mad. I looked over at the front door. The only door I hadn't passed through since I was five.
I grinded my teeth and walked slowly to the door. I reached my arm out to grasp the knob. I froze. My mind thought if I didn't leave maybe I could get to go outside when I was ready! Then I thought no! My parents fear me and my powers. They would never let me out till I was a grown up! With that I threw open the door.
*****Author's note*****
Well did the father part spook anyone? Well it was something I thought I should mention. Well read on for it will get further into the life he lives. Twists and turns lie ahead.