°•*⁀➷ ·˚ soleia gallagher- the towns golden girl comes upon killian kennedy- bruised and battled killian makes an effort to push her away and save her from himself. but something between them pulls them closer and closer- like an invisible string.
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today was supposed to be my 10th birthday. today was supposed to be a good day.
instead i walked through the front door after school only to hear my da yelling his balls off. my little sister may's hand tighted around mine.
"don't go kill, please." but i had to go in there- i had to protect mam. i shook my head and gave her a small soft smile, "go upstairs into my room. there's a cool cd in my player."
her eyes widened in fear. she knew what i was going to do- "please killian i don't want you to get hurt-" "go upstairs, now may." my voice was now as stern as my prepubescent self could make it but i needed her to be safe and away from him.
she ran upstairs and i dragged my feet towards the kitchen. "da." i made my presence known in the room- he had her pressed against the counter. his fingers tangled in her hair as he forced her to look at him.
"killian," mom cried out. my father only pulled harder and ma's cries became louder.
i just watched.
i watched my mothers face twist in agony as she tried to pry his fingers off. heard as she whispered, "it's okay," over and over again to try and get in his head.
he was bipolar. bipolar 1 said the doctors- the worst kind. he has episodes every week, they were worse when he didn't take his medication. he goes into some sort of trance and he thinks the whole world is against.
that we are his enemies.
"your a fucking bitch!" he yelled shoving her head against the counter. "useless fucking-" "DAD!" i yelled. slamming my hand against the counter opposite of where they were at.
his head snapped towards me, "you wanna hit someone?" i yelled grabbing a bottle of whiskey he left on the counter.
that was another thing. he was also a raging alcoholic. "you put that bottle down, boy. i'll feckin kill ya!" he yelled letting my mother go with one final shove.
"cmon old man-" i circled around the table. "hit me." "killian please," mam cried. "don't mess with him." blood poured out of her nose- the sight fucking killed me.
da's chest was heaving- his eyes were wide and manic. his pupils were blown and his fist were clenched, i raised the bottle in my hand. "please killian you know what he'll do." she sobbed.
smash!!!
the glass erupted all over the floor- the continents of the bottle spilled out and da let out a roar that shouldve scared the shit out of me.
but this was my life- an angry home.
i felt his beefy hands wrap around the collar of my school shirt as he threw me against the wall. his fists collided into my nose repeatedly.
a familiar ring played in my ears- the same one i'd hear every other day when he threw his tantrums. i could hear mam sobbing along with small steps running down the stairs.
"may." i groaned out. my vision was blurry but i could see her small figure standing at the end of the stair case.
"no!" she sobbed clutching onto a little stuffed bunny id stole from a baby at a playground 3 years ago for her birthday. she didn't know that- but i would've stolen all the stuffed bunnies for my little angel.
"stop daddy your hurting him!" she cried crawling onto the floor next to me when he backed up. "your both some pathetic pieces of shit," he spat.
"shouldve wrapped your dick old man," i groaned back. "now you've got me to deal with."
he shot one last kick to my stomach which made me roll over and spew out the rest of the lunch i had during school before walking away.
i heard the front door shut and felt the house shake a little bit from the force. i gasped for air and mam crawled over to us.
"why?" she cried pushing my hair away from my eyes as i tried to breath. "why do you always test him?" my gaze snapped towards her- i could feel mays hand wrap around my wrist.
"why do i test him? is that what you just fucking asked me?" i heaved standing up and wiping my nose with the back of my hand.
a shade of crimson that i've learned to be my favorite color covered my hand, he got me good.
"you should've left him alone killian! you always try to be better than him," she cried. mascara was running down her face- and blood and another mysterious wet stain covered her work scrubs.
"i am fucking better than him!" i yelled- my mother flinched as if i slapped her but i couldn't control my mouth and kept going. "i don't go around beating women! i pulled him off of you," i didn't even know i was crying until i tasted salty tears in my mouth.
"i always pull him off! i always come to your rescue. you wanna fucking blame this shit on me? i'm 10 years old ma! i shouldn't have to be protecting you from your husband,"
she stared at me with an unreadable look on her face. may was crying in the corner still holding tight to that bunny. but as i looked between them- my chest heaving in and out and blood pouring down my face onto my shirt- i realized that they were scared of me.
mom was looking at me the way she looked at dad when he was having an episode- and may cried like she did after she got a slap to the face. i saw that flicker of fear in their eyes- behind the tears and the anger.
my mother shook her head and slumped against the wall. "your not better than him, killian, " she whispered. pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket,
she flicked the lighter. once, twice, third times a charm. she inhaled and locked her eyes on mine. her green eyes- never light or sweet piercing into mine before she spoke.
"your worse."
happy fucking birthday to me.
well hello. i wanted this chapter to be a look into the kennedy family past. also- if you couldn't tell killian is sorta twisted. his entire life violence has been all he's known- therefore i want to incorporate how that could reflect on someone's person.
