Two- Parents from Hell
We quietly pulled up to my house a few hours later. It was 8:10, and the lights were off, except for my sisters room. She was probably drawing us. Her talent for drawing and doing make- up was just as good, if not better, than my carving and sewing ability. She and I often fantasized us running a fashion company.
Mr. Phoulus opened my door, and helped me out of the carriage of the car. I looked up at the house, and my eyes welled with tears. I hadn't been in that house for seven years. It held such a dark aura. But I pushed through it.
I stepped up the porch and gripped the handle. I pulled back. It was so cold, and evil feeling. Aculus grabbed it instead, and pushed it open. I thanked him. I looked around the house. The pictures of Patricia growing up pained my heart to look at.
She was so beautiful, and I had missed it all. Her birthdays, her first day of school, her first dance, her first kiss... ok, the last was a lie, but still. My pictures of course stopped at seven, when they threw me away.
I felt the tears run down my face, and I looked down. I couldn't bear those images. I turned toward the stairs. The images of her and our parents filled my mind, and I felt my breathing hitch. I grew angry with myself and cursed. I covered my mouth instinctively, but the man just smiled.
"It's alright. It's a lot to take in, huh?"
"Yeah. Thanks for being cool."
"Of course." He followed me up the stairs, and I dried my face on my arm. I looked at the color and pictures on the door of Patty's bedroom. They read things like:
"Despair Awaits You Inside"
"Alice Will Always Stay With Me"
"YOU CAN'T LOVE ME LIKE HER"
Each was ripped, and torn, but they still brought more tears into my eyes. I pushed them back. I placed a hand on the door and pushed, feeling it creak under my fingers. She looked over at me confused.
"Alice? Alice! It is you!" She pulled me into a hug, and I pressed her against me. How she recognized me, I didn't know, nor care. I had her back. I was never going to let go.
Then I heard the door open downstairs. My parents were home. It had been two hours already? Time to let go. I looked out the door. The footsteps came up the stairs. I told Patricia to make a rope as fast as she could, and get away. I stood in horror as they saw me and Patty and Aculus. My father growled.
"Alice. Didn't we get rid of you? You look like you should be dead."
"I know. I may be completely mauled and scarred, but nothing could kill my love for Patricia. Nothing."
"Foolish walking lamp." At the mention of my horrible nickname, I lost it. I charged my father, and my left fist met his jaw, and my right did the same. He grabbed my hand as I swung again, and I forced my markings to catch my hand and wrist on fire.
He shook it off his hand, in which I had enough time to catch his face with my now blaring gold palm. He fell to the ground, and my mother crouched to help him.
I dashed to the window, where my sister and Aculus had made a rope and were already climbing down. Thank god for Patricia's arts and crafts gift.
As I stepped over the sill, my father caught my leg. His nose was bleeding, and his face had my handprint plastered on it.
He caught my throat with his hand, and lifted me up over his head. I charged my marks again, but my mother grabbed my hands and tied them with insulated wires. I saw colors, and after a while, I only saw black.
