JAKE POV:
I ran home as fast as I could.
I opened the door just far enough to squeeze into the messy hall.
I tiptoed down the narrow stairs (damn their creaking) to my bedroom.
It wasn't enough.
I heard him yelling at mom already, a drunken slur draining from his lips.
I rolled into bed, fully clothed, in the hopes that he would think I had been home the whole time.
It wasn't enough.
Thundering steps stumbled down the stairs. I tensed in my false slumber.
"GOD DAMNIT JACOB!"
His beer bottle ricocheted from the back of my head and I held in a whimper of pain. The back of my head pulsed with pain but I remained quiet. Please, please, please, I prayed.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He bellowed, knocking over my table in his stupor. "YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! ALL I WANTED WAS A GOOD SON AND THAT BITCH COULDN'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT!" I heard crashes as he threw anything he could find at the peeling wall. Soon he'll run out of things to throw, I thought. Be patient, I told myself through the sob threatening to escape from my throat.
He was leaning over me then; I could feel his hot, drunken breath on my ears. I felt a searing pain where he had hit me as he grabbed my hair and yanked me from the bed. He dragged me up the stairs as I screamed in pain.
He threw me into the kitchen and I landed in a heap near the stove. The lights above swung and flickered, nearly blinding me as my eyes adjusted. Mom was standing in the corner crying, her mascara forming rivers down her cheeks. Scratches and bruises lined her arms, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to just die. How could he ever do this to her? All she ever did was help and care and love. She didn't deserved any of this.
"Honey, please.." She sobbed, wiping her tears with her night gown. "Let's just go to bed and forget about this."
"You tried to LEAVE ME today! How could I ever forget about that? You were going to move away with your little bastard child and leave me to DIE."
"No, no, please, you don't understa-"
He lunged at her then, knocking her to the ground as the silver wear spilled over them. I darted toward them, trying to pull them apart. I pulled his shirt with all of my might but he wouldn't budge. Suddenly, he collapsed with a scream of pain.
Mom had found a knife. Thank God, I thought. His arm was bleeding profusely, getting all over her night gown that she loved so much.
Everything was quiet for a moment.
I almost expected him to shake her hand. "Nice move, very sneaky. Never saw it coming!" He would say.
Before I knew it, they were on the ground again. He had gotten the knife.
"Oh my God, no, no, no! STOP! Please! Oh God-" I yelled over and over.
I tried to save her.
Oh God, I really did.
Oh God..
He laughed, she screamed, I sobbed, my heart beat thudded in my ears until I swore I was going to die. And I curled in the corner of the room until there was no sound at all. Maybe I'm dead. Is this Heaven? I thought. Maybe he killed me too.
My hopes were crushed when I heard his laughter again. His footsteps got closer.
"Oh God, oh God, please, no. No, no, please." I muttered over and over again, my hands clenched together, eyes closed, and head turned sky-ward.
"Why so serious?"
My eyes shot open.
He grabbed me by the collar of that purple shirt that I loved so much. My heart stopped. I'm going to die, I thought. Oh my God, I'm going to die. Goodbye Em. I love you so much. I closed my eyes.
"Why so serious?"
I felt the cool, bitter taste of the kitchen knife in my mouth. I swallowed hard as tears streamed down my face. He moved the knife to the side of my lips.
"Let's put a smile on that face."
And my world went black.
wow. sorry for that um.. 9 month wait, guys. :0 i kind of almost forgot about this story. read it again today and realized i need to continue! :)
damn, though, this was a really hard scene to write. sorry for the language. :( had to do it for the mood.
i hope you enjoyed. tell me what you think. :)!