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Listen to my screaming
I'm in my living room, sitting stiffly on my couch beside my mother. The forlorn expression that took over Santana's face when I told her to leave is still engraved in my vision, after almost a week of not seeing her, and I can't erase it from my brain. My body no longer rests at night, which means the amount of energy inside me is low. Everything seems to be plummeting to the ground and I can't stop any of it. Separating from the most important person in the world is the worst feeling I have ever experienced. It's like a tornado. Endless destruction through everything and anything that comes in its way. Then there's silence. A dead silence that makes you want to chop your ears off. After having everything fall apart, you're gone. You're left with nothing. What's left are broken pieces of debris that can't be put back together. The only way to start rebuilding is with time. Over a period of unhappiness everything gradually starts coming back, or maybe it doesn't until the very moment you see his or her face again. You'll do anything and everything to keep that person safe from harm. Even if you have to go through the worst feeling of abandonment. From beside me, I can feel my mother pierce her eyes into my body, but it causes no change to how I feel at the moment. She doesn't affect me anymore. The doorbell rings. I'm guessing its Artie since mother said he was going to come for a family dinner. Seeing him is the last thing I want, though. I walk slowly over and open it; there she stands. Not Artie. Not his parents. Her.
"Santana..." I say breathlessly. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to-"
I shake my head rapidly. "You can't be here, I told you already. Please, just leave."
"You're dad is hurting you, Brittany. This isn't safe."
"Brittany, who is it?" my father asks and opens the door even wider so he could see.
"What is she doing here? Get her away before I call the cops." he states and reaches for something from behind the door.
"Dad, we were just talking."
"C'mon, Brittany." Santana tries dragging me out, but my father pulls me back in.
"Don't touch her she'll catch your disease!" he shouts and forces her to release her grip.
"Now get away from my house!" he demands and steps closer to Santana. I push him away from her.
"I need to talk to her!" I reply angrily and he smacks me with his other hand. I collapse to the floor, holding my cheek in pain. Santana's eyes widen in shock and she starts panting heavily. Her jaw clenches along with her fists and I begin to worry.
"Leave." I tell her with a shaky voice.
She shakes her head. "No. I'm not leaving you here, Brittany."
"Santana, listen to me. Leave." I repeat, but all she does is step closer to him.
"Don't make me do this, Brittany." My father says while clenching his teeth. He slowly grips on something from behind himself. As soon as it becomes visible, my heart sinks. It's a baseball bat.
"Santana," I whisper and she turns to me. "Please, just go."
Her eyes quickly turn to meet my father and all he does is stare at her with his piercing evil eyes.
"Fine." she replies weakly and I can sense how much strength she's using to hold back her tears. The grip my father has on the baseball bat loosens and I sigh in relief. It drops to the floor, making a loud sound.
"I told you I never wanted her here!" his hands are shaking and sweat begins to form on his shiny forehead. I'm so terrified at this moment, I don't even blink. How could he hate someone so much that it made him go on a psychotic rampage? His eyes lock with mine and my heart drops. He raises the bat and swings at my direction, but misses. I start running up the stairs and into my bedroom. The lock on the door is broken, so I begin to panic.
"Brittany!" he roars and bangs on the door. The framing around it is starting to come off. My heart is beating uncontrollably and I feel like it might explode. I'm so terrified at this point; I can't control my emotions. My mother begins to shout along with him and I break down. My body fills with anger and fear all at once.
I run to my balcony, then go down the tied up rope I did earlier that month. I've had enough of their constant shouting. Every day, I've lived like a prisoner in my own home. As I run away from my balcony, I hear him shouting for me. My mother is catching up to me from behind as Jeffrey opens the gates. I stop by the entrance where he manages everything and take a deep breath.
"Jeffrey, call the cops. Hurry." I demand and he nods. I run into the woods and catch my breath once more. They can't find me here. My chest is heaving and all I'm thinking about is Santana. I miss her. I need her. Especially right now.
The sound of police sirens fill my ears and I feel relief take over my entire body. Slowly, I begin walking towards my house again. Three cop cars are parked outside the gate, surrounding my home. Two cops are standing by the entrance with there gun in hand.
"Drop the weapons!" I hear a man shout from the megaphone of the police car. My eyes avert to my father and mother as they carry weapons in their hands. Three more cops pull out their gun and finally, my parents drop the weaponry in their hands. A bat, a pocket knife and small gun drop to the floor immediately and three men take my father down while two women officers grab my mother. My heart sinks as I walk ever so slowly to the front porch of my house. Jeffery looks terrified, then I see him walk away as he throws his security cap to the floor. Tears fill my eyes and I begin breathing heavily. This all seems so surreal.
"Sean Pierce you are under arrest for domestic violence and or abuse against a family member. Anything you say..."
I watch from the steps of my front porch as they take him away along with my mother. My heart clenches with regret. But should it? After all they put me through, should I feel sorry for them?
"Are you going to be okay, young lady?" a police officer asks me with a sympathetic look on his face.
"I'll be fine. Thanks." I reply and cross my arms while looking to the ground. The truth is, I won't be fine. While everyone is at home smiling, laughing and talking with their family; I'm sitting here wondering if I'll be alive at the end of the week. I have no one. Amelia isn't here. Santana isn't here either. Now I really understand the definition of lonely.
