What Is She Doing to Me? (Discontinued)

Chapter 1~

(The Johnson family above)
Chapter 1~
"Backgrounds"
Elijah's Story

(Bold words are Elijah's narration & italics are for the flashback convos)

I'm Elijah Johnson and I'm 17 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California but I was originally born in Georgia. I basically am living a life of hell with God blessing me with one angel, well 2. But let me take y'all back a lil.

I was birthed by a Haitian mother and a Jamaican father. I was always drawn to my mother but I didn't truly see that till I was a little older. It wasn't always such a living nightmare. I was made a year before my parents decided to get married, we lived in the projects after moving from Georgia but we were still happy with it, we didn't have much but it was enough for us. But everything changed when I was around 2.

It was like something in my father snapped, I don't know if it was the loss of his job or the new responsibility of taking care of someone else in such a short time, but he ended up drinking and started to hit then later turned into beating my mother. At first he wouldn't do it in front of me but I guess he stopped caring and I started seeing it almost everyday. With my mother as my super woman, I'm still amazed to this day cause she sacrificed herself so I wouldn't get hurt most of the time.

"Daddy I want cookies!" My younger self demanded to my father.
"Don't you see that I don't want to get em for you leave me alone."  He said to while drinking his 5th I believe bottle of beer. I started to whining because of his answer.
"If you don't shut the hell up I'll make you shut up."  With me not being satisfied with his response I took a chair and tried to get the cookies on top of the fridge. I was so close to grabbing it until I lost my grip and it fell out of my hand with the glass crashing all over our hardwood floor.

"What the fuck did I tell you!" He got up and grabbed belt that was close to our couch, but my mother came in I'm guessing from her room. "No don't do it! I'll clean it up it's ok." Caressing his face trying to reason with him.

"No he deserves it for being a little dumbass and not listening to me." 

"Then just do it to me just don't hurt him please!"  She at this point was sobbing for him not to hurt me.

"RUN ELIJAH AND LOCK THE DOOR!"
I could still hear her cries of mercy all the way from my room.
I was 5 years old.

It was like this for the next 2 years until my mom decided to get away from my father but first she went to the doctor because she wasn't feeling well and turns out she was pregnant again. She realized she couldn't raise 2 kids alone with no job or home. Checks from the state were coming in and although they weren't any good. But to her they were something so she went back. She started being that bastard's perfect little house wife so the baby could be safe and have no problems. I didn't like it but everything was calm for a while. When she told me I was gonna have a baby sister I was happy but scared for her and the world she would come into.

She was in her soon-to-be nursery when she was telling the good news.

"Guess what Eli your gonna be a big brother."

"Really!"

"Yeah and it's a girl."

"I'm gonna protect her from evil things like big brothers do right?" While she was laughing I was thinking about dad and the things he did to mom and got scared that he would do the same to her. "But mommy what about dad? I don't him to hurt her."

"Don't worry I won't let that man touch her, but you have to protect her as well ok." 

"Of course mommy I haven't met her yet but I love her already." kissing her growing stomach. She placed a kiss on my forehead "I love you Elijah." 

"Love you too mommy."

When she was born Emmet was somewhere knocked out in the streets I'm guessing since my mom was using the car when she went into labour. He wasn't even there to witness his child being birthed. We decided to name her Emilia(e-mee-lia) for me and her to have similar names. In the hospital they saw something wrong with mom so they took her out the room to examine her. Turns out she had stage 2 breast cancer, if they didn't find out right then and there she would've breast fed Emilia cancer. After taking her home and taking care of her for a few months the abuse started again.

My dad was hitting mom again and I was 8 at the time. Thinking I was grown I tried to help her fight him off so she could get away. However, I ended up in the middle of it all and I had my share of unfair licks, my mother only screaming for him to stop but was weak, she soon passed out. I was able to get enough strength to push him over the couch so he would hit his head and be knocked out since he was indeed drunk. I soon heard crying from the nursery and used what little strength I had to go there to care or try to care for little Emilia, I've seen the way mom would hold her so I tried myself. I sat in her rocking chair with Emilia. She'd stopped crying, played with my nose and started giggling. I made a promise to her that day.
"I not gonna let you live how I'm living, I'm gonna protect you from that man of evil even if it brings me to my death. You know why, cause I love you, and you gotta make mom proud so I'm gonna love and protect you. No matter what."

Promises are big in my family so I take those seriously as well. I accepted another promise for my mother. She had to be hospitalized cause the cancer had grown to stage 3.

"Elijah come here." My mother commanded but I was scared I would touch something and she would die.

"It's ok just climb on to mommy." I did as told this time round.

"You have to promise me something, ok" I slowly nodded. "I gotta go baby."

"Go where mom?"

"I gotta sing with the angels baby."

"But I don't want the angels to have you, I know it's selfish but I want you here." I now started to cry thus making my mother do the same.

"I would love to baby but I can't, I-I gotta go but Im'a see what you doing so I'm not completely gone." I hug my mother and sister that was resting peacefully in her arms.

"So i need you to promise me that no matter what happens you will keep you and your sister together at all cost ok. I don't want your dad to keep you so when you go home pack all you and Em's stuff and go to Reggie, he's gonna take you to your new house ok. Take care of each other and fight so that your dad doesn't get you or your sister. Do you understand?"

"Yes but mom isn't dad gonna be home?"

"No your dad has been arrested and it will be like that for a little bit but still when he comes back, and he will, do what you have to for Emilia ok."

"Yes ma'am I promise"

"Good I love you my little dancing machine your gonna do great things I tell you." Chuckling at her nickname for me.

"I love you too super woman" kissing my mother's cheek that I knew would be for the last time.

So I did everything she told me to. Reggie was the land lord for 2 apartments, he was an ok man, just didn't really like people but he liked my mother so he did her a favor. The way things work now is if one person pays the high rent then the person paid for everyone's rent. But back then when I had no job he would pay the rent for me. Now let's go back. (For warning some things are exaggerated)

That's how I ended up here, in this little apartment with a nine year old child for the past 7 years. I was 10 when mom died and something else died along with her that I wish I can revive.....

My childhood.