Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Title: "Pay"
Tunes: "All Against All" by the Haunted, "Got the Life" by KoRn, "Rain" by Erase The Grey.
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Author's Note: Double Post 'cause I felt like it. This is sort of a prelude to chapter 7 ("A Place"). Check out the date/location headings if you wanna know exactly how far apart they are.
January 10, 2006
Nunez/Neil Household - 12:32 AM
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
"Shut up!"
The smashing, the screaming, the crying.
"You think you're so much better than me, don't you, Emily!?!?"
She was sick of it.
Sick from it.
"I'll show you, bitch. I'll fucking show you!"
She felt like a child, small and scared, the pillow pressed tight around her ears by quivering, clutching hands not nearly enough protection. When her mother started sobbing the pillow that kept her safe, made her a coward.
"Chad! Chad, don't!"
By the way she screamed after this, Alex knew he had.
She bolted out from under the covers, running out of her room, bare feet making muffled stomping noises in the carpet, loose pajama pants hanging low on her hips. Chad stood over her mother, body rigid, snarling out curse words and threats as he wielded the thick leather belt like a whip.
"I'll," slap, "Show," slap, "You!"
Alex barreled into him, faintly registering his cry of shock, and managing to wrestle the belt away from him before he could really understand what was going on. She could smell the whisky on him, thick and sharp. It made her gag. There was blood splattered in small flecks up and down his forearms, on his knuckles, his wrists. A reddish line smeared across his face where he had wiped sweat from his cheek.
They slammed into the ground. His body took the brunt of the impact, but her elbow slammed painfully into the floor. She grimaced but managed not to cry out. He roared and surged up, throwing her off him. She landed partially on a empty bottle. Wincing as it shattered underneath her, glass shards imbedding themselves into her body.
She'd bitten into her lip; the blood flooded her mouth, made her sick.
Suddenly, Chad was kneeling next to her. Taking her face between his large, hands; thick fingers wrapping around her head in a painful clutch. He got close to her. And for one terrifying moment she was certain he would try to kiss her.
Furious, dark eyes hazy with alcohol bore into hers. His breath was hot and rank as he spoke, low threatening tones that made her feel cold and scared, "I'm going to make you fucking, pay, you little whore."
End Notes: See next chapter.
-Orange