I sighed standing cutting a carrot the kitchen countertop was dirty but I had cleaned this section best I could to cut the veg, I flinched as I heard my mother groaning in pain from her bedroom, I continued my task I stopped noticing my hand was bleeding again I tried to run it under the tap but no water came out, I flinched my body shuddering as I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling up outside the puffs of smoke could be heard as the engine struggled. I heard the loud slam of the door shutting on the car and the lights flashed as the car was locked I could see them coming in through the window, I shuddered in fear forcing my eyes shut as I heard the drunk steps down the path I continued with my task quickly making it look like I had done much more as the door was forced open "Daddies Home!" He yelled his voiced slurred he had been drinking I could smell it from here"Where the hell is your mother?" He asks as he walks in shoving his work bag on the sofa and slamming the door locking it up as he walked through
"I- I don't know papa" I answer I know I'm shaking already scared as he came closer to me
"Your lieing to me boy" He growled "Where is your mother?" He asked "Don't you make me ask again" he warned
"I honestly don't know papa I haven't see her all day" I tell him holding my knife tightly in my hand
"Humm alright" He laughed going away from me and towards the radio he clicked it on putting on tonight's football game "Beer!" He yelled so I dropped my knife going and getting a beer and handing it to his expecting hand "Uhh how am I supposed to drink it if It's not open?" he asks
"Sorry papa" I answer taking it back and clicking the can open and hand it back to him he smirked looking at me he quickly made a fist and threw it towards me almost hitting me I flinched back in fear covering my face
"Ha! Your so much fun" He laughs "haven't you got things to do?" He asks expectingly
"Yes papa" I answer going back to cutting up the veg
"HEY Mira! Where the bloody hell are ya!" He yelled towards the bedroom door
"Ohh I didn't know you where home" she says as she came out her room putting her hair up and covering her nightie with her little pink cardigan
"Come here" He smirks forcing her over to sit on his leg
"How was work sweetie?" she asks him sounding tried
"Fine, had a couple bastards in, and I found boss is setting me up to be dealing with the freak orders , I said what the fuck ya done that for I hate those fucking freaks!" He laughs "and He says well you married one figured you'd be good with 'em" He explained "and I says to Him I says Look dude I only married a fucking freak because she was a hot bit of arse" he laughed "didn't I maia, threw you a little bone didn't I" he laughs
"I will be back in a second" she says getting up and going off to the bathroom locking herself in
"Papa, do you have to call mum a freak?" I ask him
"Why?" he asks crushing his beer can and getting up coming over to me "If your mother didn't like it she would speak up she has no need for you to fight for her" He says gripping my neck tightly "You talk to me like that again I will make sure you can never talk to me again" He smirked forcing the knife out my hand and holding it to my neck
"Jacob stop it" I heard my mother scream putting him away from me "Leave him alone" she screams
"YOU SHUT UP!" he screamed at her slapping her across the face
"LEAVE HER ALONE!" I Yell trying with all my force to pull him away from her but he hit my head so hard I fell to the floor my vision blurring a little
"This is what I get when I come home! I go to work all day work my arse off to put bread on that table! And this is what I get my freak wife intervening in business that does not concern her! I threw you a bone the day I married you! You fucking FREAK!" he screamed "it's your fault our son's a fucking freak boy! Either of you try something like this again I will not hesitate to get the stick" He warns fixing his hair I coughed a little having some blood spurt out my mouth my whole head hurt "Ohh get up" He laughed picking my wrist up forcing me to stand as well as my mother "you get to bed now! We will sort this later" He told her so she slowly went back to there room "and you... go to your room now" He ordered
"No" I tell him still coughing a little
"what?" He asks his face growing angrier "you go now!" He ordered almost shouting again
"No! This isn't fair!" I answer
"You little bastard!" He screams grabbing my neck hard and lifting me up off the ground he slammed my whole body against the wall my head and face hitting the spikey paster board "You dare talk back to me boy!" He screamed
"Jacob no Please!" My mother screamed from her room
"Maia! Go back to bed now!" he ordered "I have had quite enough of your insolence Boy!" He smirked as I felt the sharp hard pain as he hit my back with the strong wooden walking stick from our hall my bones felt each hit my skin quickly coming to a bruise I tried my best not to scream in pain not letting him feel the enjoyment of my pain. Even if I heard my mothers sqeeks and yelps as she watched he knows this hurts her more then it does me. After ten strikes he gave up dropping the stick "Bed...before I do it again" he warns I slowly and painfully pealed my body from the wall sloping off to my room, my room had little I didn't have a window or a real bed just a single mattress on the floor surrounded by my few clothes and little things I clicked the lights chain so it turned on as I shut my door I quickly laid on my bed on my side trying as to not hurt my back I know a few places on my back are bleeding but there is little I could do to stop or help it I sat quietly as the house got dark and cold. I held my little marble in my finger looking through the shimmery glass at the spiral of blue and yellow inside, I let my mind slip into less painful memories
"Sweetheart, come here" my mother called from the door of the garden I remember running out to see her she was causing the sprinkler to wave in pretty little patterns in the air I wanted to help but then it all goes dark
"what the Bloody hell has that boy done now!" My father yelled
"Please Jacob it wasn't his fault, he doesn't know any better," she told him trying to calm him down while I held her dress scared behind her "He's still learning, he didn't mean it" she told him
"why where did he do it! He knows he's not supposed to!" He yelled
"Jacob please he has to learn to control it so fewer accidents happen, it's not that bad really he was just trying to copy me" she explained
"You! Why where you doing anything? You want the neighbours to know you're a freak! Get inside now!" He told her
"But I-" she began
"Now!" He told her and she went inside "You do that again boy, I will make sure you can never do it again" he warned me showing off his switchblade
I remember so much of my father like that I honestly don't think I remember a time he wasn't this way, I don't think he ever was any different not after I was born anyway, he must have been kind at some point else why did she marry him? I buried my head in my pillow trying to get to sleep and ignore the violent sounds from the other wall as he forced himself on her, no matter how many times she told him no, he still went on I tried my best to sleep falling into haunted dreams.
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