"I thought it was love.."
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★Prologue - 3 years earlier. Crystal is now 15 ★
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My eyes shot to my father who was now standing over my mother shouting profanities.
"You worthless piece of shit!" he spat at her,"the only thing you do is make fucking kids!"
My brother an I sat crammed in the corner still trying to take in what just happened.
Mom had just told dad she was pregnant with a third child, and in a blink of an eye she was on the floor. It happened so fast. Me and my brother are now hyperventilating watching my father yank my mother back in forth.
I wish there was something I could do, but I knew standing in the corner was probably the safest thing to do. For me, my mom, and my brother.
"Get the fuck up, and clean this up!" he spat at my mother who was in a fetal position cradling her stomach.
She attempted to get up, but fell back down weeping.
"Now!" he yelled kicking her in her stomach causing me to wince from thinking about the child who was contained inside.
Mother then screamed out in pain, and all I saw was red seeping through her silk white dress.
My father then jerked her up off the ground and pushed her towards the bathroom.
"Get rid of it," he said referring to the huge red blotch spreaded all over my mothers gown,"then come clean this shit up," he said while going towards the stairs.
My mother nodded; her eyes were now red from crying, and black smeared all around her face from the make up she had on. Her silky brown her was now tangled and rough looking.
She proceeded to the bathroom; not even looking back at me and my brother.
My brother had his head in the crook of my neck, crying.
After a few minutes of sitting in the dark lonesome corner, my mother walked out. I hated to see my mother like this; her face was dull, plain, and melancholy. Like someone had sucked the life out of her. Although a bastard did suck A life out of her.
She looked as if what just happened didn't happen. A extremely bored look masked her face, and I had to look away therefor I hated seeing her like this. I knew she was merely trying to be strong for us, but it hurts to see her holding her true emotions in like this.
As my mother cleaned up the glass on the floor, my brother stirred a little in my arms. He was now sleep.
When my mom was finally done cleaning, she looked at me for the first time since dinner. Her eyes bore into mine with such sorrow and pity.
I turned away from her. If I looked into her eyes any longer I would burst into tears, and I had to be strong for Jalynn, my little brother.
I picked Jalynn up, and went into the den to lay him down on the couch.
I walked back into the kitchen, and my mothers eyes snapped to mine. Her face still was bored looking like she didn't care about anything in anymore , but I knew that wasn't true.
I ran up to her, and hugged her crying into the crook of her neck, not being able to be strong anymore.
"I love you mom," I mumbled into her neck, and she squeezed me tighter. I then felt warm moist droplets running down my back.
"I love you too sweety," she said her voice cracking from crying,"we'll leave soon, I promise," she mumbled in my ear.
That wasn't the first time my bastard of a father hit my mother. It wasn't the first time that he hit her for being pregnant either. My mother told me when she was pregnant with me, he had pushed her down the stairs, and slapped her when she was pregnant with Jalynn. This was just the first time she had a miscarriage.
I hate my father more than I ever have before. For 15 years I've watched him throw my mother around like she was nothing, but watching him litterally beat the life of a potential brother or sister of mine brought it up two notches.
"Go upstairs hun," my mother said tearing me away from my thoughts,"and lock your door, and put a chair behind it," she reminded me of the reminder she tells me everynight.
I nodded, and turned towards the stairs.
She pulled me back,"I mean it," she said sternly.
I nodded again in response.
I walked up the stairs slowly, not wanting to disturb the bastard.
When I finally hit the top step, I let out a sigh of relief. I had made it without making one noise.
As soon as I stepped in my room, I locked the door making sure to put the chair behind it.
A gruffly chuckle from behind me had me spinning around on my heels.
There he was, the asshole who has ruined my mother, my brother, and my life.
I looked into the cold brown dark eyes that I had inherited from him, and the round nose that I also inherited.
I could no longer breath as I began to have anxiety take over my body from the way he was looking at me.
Looking at me li-ke .. I was a- snack..
I watched him, slowly. I watched every sudden movement he made.
After a min, which seemed like hours, he stood. The sudden movement had me leaning back into the wall.
He stepped closer.
I tried to speak, but I couldn't. Anxiety was wrapping its pure cold hands around my neck, choking the life out of me.
I began hyperventilating quietly as he stepped closer, leaving only a couple feet between us.
I prayed to myself,'Please, please, dont touch me,' I said closing my eyes.
I didn't realize I was crying until I felt a cold rough finger brush my cheek.
I shivered under the touch in utter horror.
"Why are you crying?" my bastardly father spat through clenched teeth.
I kept my eyes close and managed a shrug; not wanting to speak, because I knew if I did I would burst into tears.
He slowly carresed my cheek.
"Open your eyes," he growled at me.
Without thinking, I shook my head.
For a few seconds there was silence. Then I heard a pop before I felt the excruciating pain in my left cheek.
I screamed out in pain causing him to cover my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up !" he snarled while yanking me towards the bed.
I began to fight against his constricting hold around my wrist, but it only made it worst.
He punched me in my face causing my eye to throb. I fell to the ground from the blow.
"Get up !" he yelled at me.
I got up, slowly ,trembling. I couldn't see through my right eye, and my left cheek felt swollen.
I didn't know he was behind me until I felt a sharp pain in my ass.
He chuckled.
Sick bastard.
"An ass just like your moms," he said close to my ear.
With out thinking, I swung my fist into the side of his face.
I nearly cried out from the impact on my hand.
I looked at him through my one eye, and he was grinning like a mad person. No harm done.
Where was my mom ? I knew she heard the screams. Why hadn't she come to check on me ?
Bringing me back to reality, the bastard slammed me against the wall causing my vision to begin to go black.
I felt him throw me to the bed. I began slowly slipping into unconsciousness as my father stripped me naked.
When he got to my underwear everything went black, and my body went limp.
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