“YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH!”

An empty beer bottle was hurled at me, the glass projectile missing my head by mere inches. I gaped at the shattered shards in fear. My body screamed at me to run, to get out of there, to do anything but stand there like an idiot.

“I FUCKING WISH I HAD ABORTED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!”

I flinched. Tears were beginning to well up. Not now Amelia! Not now! Don’t let her see you cry! Don’t let her get to you! It stung. Her words ripped into my heart, burning a hole in my soul but no matter how much her words stung, no matter how much I wanted to cry, I couldn’t – wouldn’t – give her the satisfaction.

“YOU’RE FUCKING PATHETIC!”

Another bottle was hurled at me, nailing me in the ribs. I gasped, struggling for breath. Hot, searing pain spread along my side and chest. Fuck this! Stubborn tears ran down my cheeks. I didn’t deserve it! I didn’t deserve this! Struggling to breathe, I spun on my heels and skulked off.

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING! GET BACK HERE!”

I ignored her and kept walking. I had to get out of here.

I was almost to my bedroom when, I heard her roll off the couch and stumble in my direction. Before I knew it, she had grabbed a handful of my hair and had dragged me backwards towards her. Her grip, tugging and yanking my hair. I gritted my teeth as strands of hair were ripped out. She spun me around, never loosening her grip. With her free hand, she tightly gripped my shoulder, her nails digging into my exposed skin – drawing blood.

“You! You’re the reason your father left us!” I flinched as if she’d hit me.
“You make me like this. You’re the reason I fucking drink, living with a disappointment like you is too much for anyone to deal with.” She spat in my face, letting go of my hair only for that hand to collide with my cheek.

The stench of her breath made my eyes burn almost as badly as her words did. It was nothing new, though. Before I could say anything in retaliation she shoved me away from her so hard I stumbled backwards into the wall. My head cracking against it. I watched through blurred vision as she swayed and tumbled towards the couch before dropping down onto it. She leaned down, cradling a half empty bottle of Jack, holding it far more gently than she’d ever done with me.

Turning my head in the direction of the hallway I met an identical pair of eyes - Carla. She had seen the whole thing and had done nothing - as usual. She shook her head at me, disgust evident in her features. Of course, she would blame me. It was always my fault after all. Shaking her head, she quickly turned and walked into her room, slamming the door behind her. Typical. You’d think she’d step in occasionally, being my twin sister and all.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the torrent of emotions flooding me. I pushed off the wall and continued my original path to my bedroom. My head pounding, cheek stinging – body aching. I would be alone soon. I would be able to cry… properly cry.

I had just made it into my room when a loud crash echoed from the lounge. Ignoring it I slammed my bedroom door – locking it before I walked over to my stereo and switched it on. I was quickly hit with the angry riff of Pantera’s Walk. Clutching my aching side, I stumbled onto my bed and fell back. I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I wanted to go back home, I wanted to go back to the good old days. I wanted my father back.

I closed my eyes and let the tears stream down my face. I wanted out. I shifted, my body heaving as uncontrollable sobs took a hold of me. I soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.

Notes

Just a quick little chapter. I promise you all, the action will pick up soon. Also, the boys will be making more frequent appearances soon. As always, enjoy and leave a comment, subscribe or vote.

C.H. Sullivan

Also, I do apologise for any spelling mistakes and grammar errors... I'm slightly jetlagged...

Title Cred: alteration of a lyric from The Diary by Hollywood Undead