The Other Side
Chapter 2: A Typical (Bad) Evening in my house.
I slammed the door behind me angrily. I couldn't baby sit today because Dad had told me a week ago that he wanted me home today. He told me not to ask questions and I didn't. But I made sure to withdraw money from my bank account just in case the cost was monetary. Even though it was not always monetary alone.
"Vicky!" I heard my father call gruffly from the kitchen and I simply went into the kitchen.
"Sit!" my father ordered and I sat around the square table silently beside my little sister Tootie, "I say to be home by six," he said seriously looking me hard in the eyes, "and you come with an hour and a half to spare," he said with a grin and a tone of approval, "but I was waiting here from four," he added.
"But she had school Daddy," Tootie spoke up.
I said nothing. I knew Tootie was dead.
"Did you just contradict me?" my father demanded angrily as he glared at Tootie, "Vicky," he said suddenly to me, "did your sister contradict me?"
"Yes Father," I said formally knowing that at these moments he rather be called 'father' than 'Dad', "I was late," I recited.
"Late," my father stated, 'never said you were late," he said suddenly, "could you have been earlier?" he asked and shook my head.
"She was late for our meeting," Tootie said tearfully and I struggled not to give her a death glare.
"True," my father observed, "both of you will be punished," he declared, "but first," he said looking at me, "do you have any cash today Vicky?" he asked me frankly and I emptied my purse until all of the large sum of money from the bank that I had withdrawn was piled up unto the table, "my girl," he said rubbing his hands together, "you are planning…." he started to say.
"It's all yours Dad," I said and my father whooped with joy and threw some of the money in the air, "I went to the bank on the way home," I added.
"So that's why you couldn't reach home any earlier," my father said and I nodded, "I guess that I wont be punishing the both of you today," he told us, "Tootie," he said seriously, "go to the bathroom and strip," he said and Tootie cried softly as she left the kitchen to obey his command, "you're not out of the woods yet," he said suddenly to me, "did you fix up your mother last night?" he asked me darkly.
"I only took her off the floor and placed her on the sofa," I told him, "and she asked me to come into the kitchen," I added.
"Did she ask you to help her?" my father asked his eyes boring into mine.
"No," I admitted.
"So you purposely helped your mother despite the fact you knew that I beat her up and left her there?" my father asked and I nodded without protest, "take off your blouse and bra," he said suddenly but I simply looked at him, "you can cover your breast with your shirt," he added, "I'm no pervert," he muttered as he took his belt.
I did as he said and clutched my green shirt over my bosom as my bra rested in my lap and I waited.
The thick belt felt like a rock when it hit my back the first time and it didn't feel anything but heavier and more painful as the beating progressed. I gritted my teeth and told myself I wouldn't cry as the pain intensified and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out. It seemed like a century but my father finally stopped beating my back and shoulders and I heard him replace his heavy leather metal lined belt around his waist. I simply slipped back on my shirt and stuffed my small bra into my pants pocket. I looked at the floor hoping that he wouldn't ask me to look at him.
"Look at me," my father ordered and I did so.
"The corners of your eyes look a bit watery," my father commented, "I'm gonna have to beat you harder to get you to actually cry I guess," he said simply, "go put something on your back and stay in your room until dinner with no TV as the final part of your punishment," he declared then proceeded out of the kitchen to punish Tootie.
I waited until I heard him beating Tootie in the bathroom and her loud wails rang throughout the house twice before I suddenly didn't hear a sound which told me that he had either made her keep quiet or stuffed something in her mouth. Soon I heard a muffled cry and knew that t was the latter. I slowly moved painfully out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my bedroom.
I sat on the bed then lied down on my side. A few tears escaped out of my eyes then I sighed and closed my eyes. I opened them moments later as I sat up to tend to the swellings and cut(s) from burst swellings and bruises on my back and shoulders. I reached under my bed and pulled out a first aid kit, which I had equipped with supplies that I'd need for such a situation. There were bandages, alcohol, cotton swabs and other supplies suitable to threat my wounded back.
I busied myself with that and refused to think about the mess Mom would've to clean up after Dad finished beating Tootie shitless in the bathroom.
Done.
Death's Soulmate: In chapter one good in brackets in the title meant that chapter one was about Vixcky's good days in school during which she ended up getting her way. In this chapter however bad in brackets didn't mean when she had a bad evening at home but that her time at home were almost always bad or negative. Review.