The Way It Should Be…
Disclaimer: I do not own Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Amy Dumas, or any other wrestler mentioned in this. Please read and comment…I really want to know what everyone thinks…Some good criticism would be nice…I'm always willing to improve.
So here goes…My first story…
"But Mom, why do we have to move?" 16 year old Amy called downstairs.
"Because I need a change in where we are. There are too many ways that he could get us." Amy's mother called up. "That way he won't find us. Amy, I don't want to go through all of that again."
"And when it does happen again Mom, then what? Are we going to be running and moving around the rest of our lives?" Amy argued back.
"I promise this will be the last time we move because of him." Amy's mother said climbing the stairs. She got closer to Amy and pulled her in for a hug. As she did this she whispered in her ear, just in case anyone was listening, "He will never find us in the small town, away from anyone who will ever know who we really are and our past."
"Okay, Mom. I'll get packing again! I don't like this, but if this will be better for us, then I will go through with it." Amy replied with a giant sign.
Amy's mother went back downstairs and started to put away the dishes, while telling the movers what needs to be moved. Amy went back to her room and started to take everything off her bed. A small letter fell to the floor as she hit the bed with her knee. Amy's hazel eyes fell onto the unopened letter. She then fell backwards onto the floor, landing with a large boom. Her memory quickly ran through all of the memories she had of him. The hurt and the pain he once caused her and her mother. She grabbed her arm and remembered the most horrible night of her life.
"Amy! Amy! Get your ass up here right now!"
'Oh no! He found out! I didn't mean to! It wasn't my fault. I was just trying to help out around here. I did what I thought was nice.' Amy thought to herself as she left the kitchen and headed up the stairs.
'What am I going to do? I can't think of anymore lies. I hope I don't get it bad this time.'
She reached the top of the stairs and let out a small sigh. 'Suck it up Amy. It will be over soon enough.'
"Amy! What did I tell you about coming in here? I told you never to come in here! Now all of my stuff is messed up!"
"I'm sorry; I thought I would be helping out. I was cleaning and I figured that I would surprise you by cleaning your office. I was just trying to help." Before she could even get the word help out, he hit her. The force was so strong it knocked her down. She was only 12 years old; there was no way she could stand up to his towering body. He then pulled her up by her flaming red hair. Amy didn't scream out in pain because it would only make him madder. She tried her best to not to cry, but it hurt so much. A few tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes pretending it was all over and she was far, far away from his evil ways. When she opened her eyes, she was soaring through the air and hit the second from the top step and tumbled down the flight of stairs. After that she crashed to the bottom causing her to black out. He looked down and saw what he did. He decided to get the hell out of the house. He walked down the same flight of stairs, stepped over Amy's helpless body, grabbed his coat and keys, and walked out the door.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Amy! Amy, can you hear me at all?" Amy's mother just came home from a long day at work. She saw her daughter's body lying at the bottom of the stairs. She threw her coat down and ran to her feeble side.
"Don't move, sweet heart don't try to move. I'm going to call for help. I'll be right back." Amy's mother said.
She got up and sprinted to the phone. Amy faintly heard her mother speaking on the phone. "I need an ambulance here and fast. My daughter is hurt…No I don't know what the problem is. I walked in the door and found her at the bottom of the stairs…She is 12 years old…Okay thank you. No I don't need to stay on the line until they get her." Amy's mother rushed back to her daughter's fallen side. Within a few minutes paramedics brought her to the hospital.
Amy awoke in a strange room. She saw her mother pacing back and forth.
"Mom?"
"Oh honey, you are awake. How are you feeling?"
"Yeah, I think I'm okay. What happened to me?"
"I don't know sweet heart. You have to tell me. I came home and found you at the bottom of the stairs, just laying there. So I called the paramedics. You got here a few hours ago. The doctors say that you've broken your arm, but it wasn't a bad break and you will heal quickly. Do you have any recollection of what happened?"
With that said Amy's mind flashed back to what happened. She told her mother everything, but she left out who did it.
"Who did this too you?"
Amy's hazel eyes focused on her broken arm. She softly spoke, "Dad did it."
"WHAT! Your father did this to you?"
"Yes, mom."
"What did you do that made him do this? I hope this is the first time, because it sure is the last time this happens."
"Well, this isn't the first time he has done this to me, but it was the worst. I was cleaning my room and I thought it would be a nice thing if I cleaned his office. I guess I must of moved things around and he got mad at me. I blacked out after I fell down the stairs."
"Oh Amy! This isn't the first time he's hit you?"
"No, he has hit me a few times before this. But like I said before not as bad."
"Oh my God, I didn't know he hit you too."
"You mean he has hit you before too?" Amy was in total shock.
Amy's mother looked at the cold hospital floor. She kept her eyes there while she said this, "Yes, he has hit me before. It hasn't been going on for very long now. Maybe just a year or two. I think it started when he lost his job and started coming home drunk. I thought that if he hit me, he wouldn't touch you. But I have made a terrible mistake. I should have left him the first time he hit me. Amy promise me that you will never put up with a guy hitting you. No matter what, it is never your fault."
"I promise."
The room fell silent while both thought over what was just said. A nurse broke the silence.
"Hi all! Glad to see you up Amy. How is your arm doing?"
"I think it is okay. I haven't moved it much."
"That's good. Keep it that way. Mrs. Dumas, could you come with me for a minute. I want to go over some things with you."
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right back. If you need me just call out my name and I will come back."
"Okay Mom."
Amy flashed back to later on that week. She was home from the hospital; her father was nowhere to be seen.
"Amy? Could you come down here for a minute?"
"I'll be right there." Amy walked down the hallway into the kitchen where her mom was sitting.
"Amy sit down, have something very serious I need to talk to you about."
"Okay. What is it about? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no you didn't do anything wrong. I don't know how to sugar coat this," Amy would have laughed after hearing her mother say this, but it was a serious topic now and she was freaking out, "So I will just say it." After a long sign, her mother finally spoke, "I've decided we are going to move. While your father is still out of sight. We're just going to pack up the car and get out of here."
"But, why do we have to move? Dad hasn't been around here for a while. We are safe from him. I don't want to move all of my friends are here and Grandma Speranza."
"I know you don't want to move. I don't either and most of all we don't know how long your father will not be here. For all we know he could come back tomorrow or never again. I made the mistake once not to leave; I'm not going to make it again. I filed for a divorce a few days ago. And I told the police about your father breaking your arm. So now he is on record. Which means there will be no way he could gain custody of you." Amy face went blank. The idea of a divorce never crossed her mind.
'Dad could gain custody of me? I don't want that. The idea of seeming him now would just get me all worked up. Just thinking of having to live with him and with out my mom is just dreadful.' Amy thought to her self while her mom continued talking.
"Now we are going to leave early in the morning so go get the last of your clothes and some of your things. Take only what you can't live without. We can replace everything later."
The flashback was shattered when Mrs. Dumas called her down for the last of her boxes. Amy grabbed the letter from the floor and put it in her journal. She then placed her journal into her messenger bag and slung it over her shoulders. Down the hall she heard the heavy booted foot steps of the movers coming up the stairs.
'This is really it; I'm never going to see this room again. Some new kid will come in and create new memories.' Amy tried to keep from crying, but a tear slipped out. She quickly wiped it away when the movers came in for the last of her "room".
With one last look, she turned down the hallway and did the same when she got outside. Her mom honked the horn from inside their Chevy Tahoe. Amy stepped into the SUV and they drove down the driveway for the last time.
Hey all! If you could PLEASE comment on this it would be great. This is my first story like I said before. I need to know if you guys like it so I could upload the other chapters. Thanks! Hope you all liked it.
Ella.