Hola muchachos y muchachas! lol. Just trying out some Spanish...
Warning: It may get grizzly (Seriously.)
Never Again
"No! It's not too late!" I begged him desperately, "Please leave her alone! I'll be real good! I'll never leave the house again or anything!"
"You're pathetic," He grumbled, "I already gave you a bunch of chances, Sammy. You gotta learn your lesson sometime."
"I did learn my lesson!" I sobbed, "I just screwed up! It won't happen again!"
"I know it won't happen again," He smirked, "Not after tonight."
"Last night you said if I let you… then you'd leave Melanie alone!" I cried, clenching my fists.
He smirked, "I lied. A thing you should understand pretty well."
My eyes were ablaze with fury, and suddenly, I felt my legs spring into action. I ran at him and tackled him to the ground with all of the strength I had, punching him over and over again in anger. Everything was red. His face was red, my fists were red… it was all red.
"Amy!" He yelled before I punched him in the jaw.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but I ignored them and continued pummeling him. When I felt hands wrapping around my waist and lift me into the air, I kept hitting him until I was too far away. That's when the pain in my ribs came back. I let out a low howl and started trying to hit whoever was holding me.
"Sam, stop it!" Mom screamed, letting go and dropping me on the floor with a loud thud.
I yelped and glared up at her, she was red too.
"What the Hell is goin' on up here?" Mom screeched, helping dad up to a standing position.
"That bitch came running at me for no reason, that's what happened!" He hollered, holding his fist in the air, "I was just trying to talk to the kid!"
"You're lying!" I shouted, standing up just as Melanie stepped into the room.
He pointed at me with his beefy fingers, "You ain't gonna be able to breathe when I'm done with you!"
I stepped forward a little, but Melanie grabbed my arm and shook her head, mouthing a simple, "No."
"Karl, just relax." Mom breathed, "She's probably just in one of her moods."
"He said he was gonna hurt Melanie!" I growled, struggling to get out of my sisters grasp.
"You said that?" Mom frowned, "She's been here five minutes and you're already trying to scare her off."
"Oh, come on, Amy." Dad sputtered, wiping the blood from his nose, "Who are you gonna believe? Her," He pointed at me, "Or me, your husband."
"Mom!" I cried.
"She's already lied to you once," He sighed, crossing his arms, "You know I never touched her. And she said so herself."
"Mom, please!" I whimpered, "You gotta believe me!"
Mom seemed to think on this for a second before turning to glare at me, "You need to stop with your lies, Samantha."
"I'm not lying!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air, "I'm your daughter!"
Mom gritted her teeth and slapped me, showing the side of her I'd become so accustomed to before my father came back, "You're doing it again. You're trying to make him leave!"
I reached up and put a hand on my stinging face, "Mom, I'm not—"
"Shut up!" She bellowed, shakily pointing at me, "Shut the Hell up, Sam!"
I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it quickly and stared at my shoes solemnly.
"Mom, Sam isn't lying." Melanie said softly, reminding me she was still here.
"Yeah, like I'm going to believe you." Mom said sarcastically, "Your lie is what started this whole thing."
"I wasn't lying, mom!" Melanie cried out letting go of me.
Dad smirked at me and I shivered while Melanie and Mom yelled at each other over something I didn't understand. Something I'd never known about.
"Why didn't you believe me, Mom?" Melanie asked, tears welling in her eyes.
"Because you're a liar," She grumbled, "Your dad loved you!"
"He loved me the wrong way!" Melanie shot back, "And if I was lying, don't you think he would have stayed instead of running off!"
"He had to leave, you destroyed his reputation!" Mom screeched, "They wouldn't even let him come around the park to play with you two before he left! They didn't want him 'hurting the children'!"
My eyes widened and I glared up at my father in realization, he hurt her. He had done stuff to her too, and I never knew. He touched her. It all makes sense now. But, I didn't stop him then…
"Bastard!" I ran at him again, fists blazing, but this time he was prepared and grabbed my wrist, tossing me onto the floor. I attempted to get up and try again, but he gave me a hard kick to my ribs, paralyzing me for a few minutes. I gasped and rolled over, moaning in pain.
"I'm done," Mom threw her hands in the air, "I'll be downstairs having a drink if anyone needs me."
"Oh, yeah, Mom!" Melanie screamed, "Just run off to your damned Vodka like you always do when life gets tough!"
Mom turned around and slapped Melanie too, "You have no idea what it's been like raising you brats on my own!"
Melanie smirked, undaunted by the pain I knew she had in her cheek, "You have no idea what it's been like living with a bitch like you for a mother."
My mouth was agape. Melanie never cussed, no matter how mad she was. Mom gave her one last fleeting look, before turning and walking into the hallway. The sounds of muffled sobs floated into the room, but soon disappeared, leaving Melanie and I alone… with Him.
Melanie got down on her knees to check on me, but out of the corner of my eye I saw dad coming toward her. I reached up and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her down onto the floor with me and out of his immediate grasp.
"Y-you need to r-run," I croaked out painfully, "N-now."
Melanie shook her head and whispered, "I'm not leaving you again."
"G-go!" I moaned before she was lifted off of me.
She let out a loud shriek as our dad tossed her onto the bed, while I lay motionless on the floor. My limbs weren't working for some reason, and I was so helpless it hurt. I attempted to get up just as Melanie screamed again, this time louder. My motivation grew stronger, and I gathered what little strength I had left to get back up. Once I was standing, my horror grew stronger when I saw him on top of her.
Without any second thoughts, I jumped on top of him and pulled him off Melanie. I attached myself to his back and rolled him onto the floor before I started hitting him. Melanie remained on the bed, completely silent, before I screamed at her.
"Go!" I screamed as he drove his knee into my side, "Melanie, get out of here!"
She hopped up from the bed, and after seeing the events unfolding on the floor, looked torn on whether she should leave or not.
"Don't worry about me!" I cried out, "I'll be fine! Just go!"
Melanie shook her head, but ran anyways. I waited until I heard the front door shut before I finally let go of him. I rolled off of him and onto the floor, panting excessively.
Melanie is safe…
"You're gonna regret that," Dad said, standing over me.
Just as I turned to look up at him, I got a face full of his boot. Blood sputtered from my nose as I rolled over and tried to curl into a ball, hoping to block some of his blows. My entire body hurt, and all it took was a couple of kicks to my back and side to make me cry this time. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes, allowing the pain to take over. I was positive that he'd broken some bones, or at least fractured them. After what felt like hours, he stopped.
When I painfully lifted my throbbing head, I saw him sitting on the bed with that weird smile on his face. His gaze met mine, and the smile grew bigger.
Oh no…
He got up from the bed and trudged over to me while I desperately clawed at the floor to get away. My father shook his head as he bent down and pulled me into his arms, holding me above the ground against his chest. I writhed in pain as he touched my aching body, but otherwise remained fearfully still. I knew what he was going to do. It didn't matter that I looked like something out of a horror movie, or that I would probably cry the entire time. It didn't matter that mom was downstairs, and it didn't matter if my door was gone. He doesn't care. If he wants sex, he knows how to get it and will stop at nothing to get it.
When he threw me onto the bed I let out a loud yelp as the pain shot through me like lightning. There was almost nowhere on my body that wasn't aching or stinging. My head felt like it had been beaten with a plank of wood and my eyes vision was blurred from the massive headache, plus the kick to my face.
As he climbed on top of me, I didn't shut my eyes or try to push him off me. I didn't beg him to stop, and there was no source of a struggle from my body. He seemed put off by this at first, but eventually came around and decided that I was into it now. I stared blankly at the ceiling, holding back tears that threatened to fall. Everything was different this time, because everything was the same. Because, no matter how hard I had fought back the last two times, he still ended up raping me. No matter how much I begged him to stop, he continued. And lastly, no matter how much I cried or how tightly I shut my eyes, this would still happen.
"You're being good, Sammy." He commented, shoving his lips onto mine and sticking his tongue down my throat, "I like that."
Nausea swept over me, but I held it back. He began to take my clothing off, stopping when I was down to just a bra and panties to take his own off. Just as he was about to unlatch my bra and take it off, a flash of light emitted through the air. I lifted my head slightly to follow it, but it disappeared as I looked down at the side of my bed where Freddie's bat was.
Freddie's bat?
I swallowed the lump in my throat, and slowly moved my arm off of the bed and towards the bat. This would be my last chance, my only savior. I can't be dumb about this; I need to be sneaky and precise. Once I felt the cold wood of the bat against my fingertips, I clasped my hand around it and gripped it hard. After taking one last fleeting glance at my father, I got a sudden rush of adrenaline and swung the bat around as hard and fast as I could in my current condition.
A loud crack erupted in the air, and my dad fell on top of me with blood gushing from the side of his head. My eyes widened and I slowly slid out from under his body. I looked from my father, to the bat, and back at my father again.
What did I do?
Sorry for the bit of shortness, I had the entire chapter written up the other day, but then I forgot to save and my laptop died, and when I plugged it up and turned it on I had about half of what I'd written. Not fun if I say so myself. So, instead of forcing you guys to wait forevs, I tried to round out what I had left so I could have a chapter of some kind for you guys.
Pretty crazy ride on this one, right? And Melanie cussing? Holy cheese on a chisel. lol.
I thought it would be pretty awesome if Sam finally snapped and just attacked her dad, so I made that happen, three times I think in one chapter. lol.
So... who thinks she killed him, and who thinks he's still alive? lol.
Review? Maybe? Pleez? :D
Not beggin', just askin'!