I Love You

Chapter 2

*Flashback*

I got out of bed and put 3 pillows under the covers. Then I put my wig from halloween on the pillow. It looked like I was actually sleeping there. I grabbed my bag and opened my room door. I stuck my head out and looked down the hallway. The light in my parents' room was off. I opened the door all the way and closed it as quietly as I could behind me. Then i tiptoed past my parents' room in the spots of the floor that didn't have creaks in them. When I got downstairs I grabbed a banana and my key. Then I exited out the kitchen door and locked it behind me. Or so I thought..

I walked to my friends house. More like speed walked. I got there in 10 minutes and rang the doorbell. Her mother answered the door.

"Kara, welcome!!" She said smiling and she opened the door a little wider.

I smiled. "Thank you. Sorry I'm late.." I said. I stepped in and took off my shoes.

"It's okay, honey. The girls are downstairs." She said.

I nodded and put my bag down and went downstairs. I heard them giggling. 

My friends Emily, Patty, Jessica, and Abbi were all talking and giggling and painting their nails.

Abbi looked up and said, "Whoa.. Look who it is!!" 

I laughed and waved at them.

Emily smiled and asked, "How'd you do it?"

I smirked and said, "Snuck out." 

They gasped and covered their mouths in 'shock'. I laughed and sat by them.

We played Monopoly until the phone rang. It was 11:23 pm. I got scared thinking it was my mom. 

Patty looked at me worried.

"Oh my goodness!!" I heard Emily's mother say.

She ran down the stairs with the phone in her hands.

"Kara, your mother has just been shot. The police are on the phone because they're looking for you!! Did you not tell your parents you were coming?!?" She asked. 

I was too shocked to reply. My mother was shot? How?

"Let me take you home." She said grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs. I blindly put on my shoes because there were tears in my eyes. 

Then we jogged out the front door and got into her car speeding off to my house. The car ride was silent. When we arrived at my house there were cops everywhere and and a 'Crime Scene Do Not Cross' tape all around my house. I thanked Emily's mom for the ride and hopped out jogging towards an officer. 

"Are you Kara?!" He asked in a serious voice. 

I nodded. He grabbed my wrist and brought me to a police car.

"Get in.. Your mother is at the hospital." He said.

I nodded and sat in the front of the car. He got in beside me and we drove off. More like sped off to the hospital. He put his siren on. 

"What happened?" I asked worried.

He sighed and said, "This is the story your father told us: A man broke into your house. Your father tried to fight the man off and your mother went to look for you. You were obviously gone and she panicked. The man threatened to shoot your mother if your father didn't let go of him. Your father told him he would only let go if he left. The man nodded and your father let go. Then he shot your mother and ran. That's when your father called us."

I started bawling. Right in front of the police officer but I honestly didn't care.. My mother had just been shot, and it was all my fault. If I had just been there to escape with her. If I just listened.. We arrived at the hospital and I hopped out of the car and ran into the building. I ran up to the front desk and the lady looked at me with a straight face. 

"May I help you?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Um, Amanda Ritchie?" I said my mom's name.

"Ahh yes.. Sit down please. She's in intensive care." she said.

I nodded and wiped some tears away from my face. I saw my dad and sat next to him. He scowled at me and gave me a hug.

"When this is over, you're grounded for 5 months." He said. I didn't even care at the moment. I was just worried about my mother.

*Flashback Over*

It was 6:05 pm when I got back in the house. I waved bye to my friends and locked the door behind me. My dad was sitting on the couch and watching television. I looked at him and took my shoes off.

"You're late." He said in a calm tone. I sighed hoping he might not get mad this time.

"I'm sorry.." I said.

He walked over to me.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Kara! When I give you a specific time to be home--"

He slapped me really hard causing me to fall to the floor.

"You come home at that time!!" 

He kicked me really hard in the stomach and pulled me up and slammed me against the wall.

"I'm sorry!!" I said.

He slapped me again causing me to slide down to the floor. Before I reached the floor he punched me in the chest. Then he kicked me really hard again. I started to cry silently.

"When I say be home by a certain time, You dare not--"

He kicked me and punched me in the stomach.

"Come home any later than you're supposed to!!" he yelled.

I just lied there on the ground in excruciating pain. I cried harder.

He backed away and turned the television off. Then he started to go into his room. I looked up even though my face and left eye really hurt.

"Why do you do this to me?" I whispered.

"What did you say?!" He asked turning around.

I almost didn't repeat myself out of fear.

"Why do you do this to me?" I asked louder.

"You deserve it." He said plainly and went into his room locking it behind him. 

I cried some more and sat there for about a half hour thinking about what he said. "You deserve it."

It started to get dark out and I slowly stood up and turned on some of the lights. Then I went into my bathroom and washed my face. I looked into the mirror before drying my face off. The left side of my face was a little puffy and my eyes were red. "You deserve it." I muttered. He was right. I did deserve it. I deserved Hell. I dried my face off and turned off the light in the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I hated myself so much.

        I went into the kitchen and put two leftover slices of pizza in the oven to heat up. Then I grabbed a bag of pretzels and went into my room. I stuffed myself with food all the time after things like this would happen. I guess you could say I have an eating disorder. I don't starve myself. I overeat.. I'm surprised i'm not even fat. Maybe it's because I'm on the swim, basketball, and soccer team. I mean, gotta stay in shape somehow right? I wonder what's going to happen when I'm done with college and I'm not on a sports team. I'm probably going to have to force myself to join a Fitness class or something. I sighed and looked out the window. No birds chirping. Guess it's time for them to go to bed. I turned on my laptop and opened up YouTube, twitter, and Tumblr. I guess I should probably go to bed early too. Considering I had church tomorrow. Another day around goody-two shoe people and forcing a smile trying to play the part of 'The Pastor's Daughter'. It honestly hurt trying to deceive these people for 6 hours of my Sunday. It hurt just to be me. I'm just waiting for the day when that finally changes.. If it ever comes.