^*^*The Last Night*^*^
While I was busy waging wars on myself,
You were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
-Hate Me, Blue October
*^*^ The Last Night- Chapter Dos ^*^*
I had barely made it out of my car when the yelling became audible. My mother's voice, once beautiful and melodic, now hoarse from hours of yelling at the top of her lungs. My fathers booming voice retaliated with a harsh edge, although the words were muddled. I briefly debated whether I should just go back to Jasper's house and pretend I hadn't stumbled into this responsibility seventeen days ago.
My parents only had human emotions when they were high on something, anything. To me, it seemed as if they wasted all their emotions when they were high, leaving them drained and zombielike while they waited for their next high. I could understand, on some level, why they did this to themselves. What I couldn't grasp was how they could do this to each other. If they had loved each other enough to marry and have three children together, how could they watch each other trade their soul for a high? I wanted to believe love wasn't like that. I wanted to believe love was something that you would give up anything and everything for just so your loved one was safe and happy. I wanted to believe that love was better than any high you could find. I wanted to believe that love was worth more than what my two main role models made it out to believe. I wanted to believe there was more.
I sighed, realizing I was just standing in the driveway, car keys in one hand and house keys in the other. Flight or fight?
I growled to myself as I trudged up the porch to what was supposed to be a safe home, a place to make happy memories. The stench of burnt something wafted out to greet me as soon as I opened the door. I hurried towards the two "parents" screaming at each other.
"Isabella!" The devil screeched as soon as she became aware of my presence. Her once bright blue eyes were dull, rimmed with red. Her once shiny blonde hair was now gritty with dirt and stained with grease. It hurt so fucking much to realize this is what my mother had become. The woman who had read bedtime stories to me, who had sung me to sleep with lullabies, or even built pillow forts with me had disappeared. She was non-existent. There was no room for her here anymore.
"Where are Apollo and Athena?" She gestured wildly, her thin arms flailing in the air.
"I don't know, probably at a friend's house. Maybe they got kidnapped." I lied coldly, knowing that if they knew where they were not so well hidden, they would attempt to retrieve them. The twins didn't need to see this. They didn't need to have their world shattered.
"Isabella, I'm getting fed up with this. When are you going to grow up?" She growled at me. My dad just sat in the corner of the dining room, staring blankly at the walls.
"Never. Maybe I will go join Peter Pan." I retorted, shaking off my anger. They weren't worth my rage, although they did get a lot of it. They deserved more though.
"Fuck you, you should've never been born. You were just a little mistake. You're dad almost convinced me to get an abortion but you're still here and this is how you repay me?" She sneered.
Sometimes, I really wished she had gotten that abortion.
"Aren't you going to answer me? Are you afraid?" She goaded me. I went towards the sink and began filling the dishwasher with the dirty dishes, keeping my hands from wrapping around her neck.
I felt her weak hand wrap around my wrist and yank me around. She turned me around and then pushed me to the ground. I looked up incredulously. Did she really just do that? Shock was written over my face, before I realized I should probably be scared out of my fucking mind.
Her eyes had a menacing glint that looked so out of place there. I scrambled away as she came closer but I ended up in the corner. My heart beat rapidly, trying to thump itself out of my chest and away from here. I couldn't blame it. My breathing sped up as my dad got up from his place at the dining room table and they surrounded my vulnerable body on the ground. I drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them in preparation for something that no one should ever have to suffer through.
My dad's foot slammed into my ribs and I winced at the sudden onslaught of pain. My mother fisted my hair and yanked while my dad slapped me across my face several times. I bit my lip to keep my cries internal. I tasted blood. What the Hell was I supposed to do? Do I run? Should I defend myself? Do I wait it out?
My parents were silent as they bruised and bloodied my body for hours, until I couldn't separate one area of pain from another. My body was now splayed awkwardly on the dining room floor, my body unable to protect itself. I just took it, begging for the unconsciousness that always seemed to be dancing around but never actually gracing me with it's presence.
pain
Pain
Pain.
PAin.
PAIn.
PAIN.
Blackness.
Merciful blackness.
Numb,
but broken.
