Escape?

After Michelle's mom dies her dad goes into a depression for years. But when he comes out of it will everyone wish he didn't? When her nightmares get worse is there anything she can do to stop her fathers rage? Will her siblings believe her or leave her, she must find the truest form of life before hers is swept away like so many before her. Life is a puzzle.

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7. ...but I was terrifyingly wrong

I waited for the end, for him to stop but he just kept kicking me. Finally he kicked me in the face and walked away. I still hadn't cried, I lay there for a minute wondering what to do. 'I should probably tell Johnny but not Derek, not yet, he would kill dad' I thought to myself. I picked myself up off the floor and made my way upstairs to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. I tried to clean myself up but I knew it was hopeless with one look at my self in the mirror.
'Johnny shouldn't have to go through this with me, no matter how much I hurt.' I thought.
I quickly scurried to my room and locked the door, terrified that dad might comeback for me or that Derek would try to check up on me. It was four in the afternoon, absolutely no way to say I was going to bed, maybe I could say I had homework! No I had proudly announced that I had none yesterday. What was I supposed to do for the entire weekend? Today was Saturday, I had to make it through today and tomorrow, oh who am I kidding I can't go to school like this.
I walked to Johnny's room and knocked lightly on the door. "It's open," he called. I opened the door and he was spralled out on the floor doing his homework. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your homework, I'll come back later." I said turning back for the door.
"It's cool, come on in Michelle. What's up?" He asked.
"Oh no, it can wait maybe later." I walked out of his room with my face down. I went to my bed and tried to situate myself comfortably without bothering my forming bruises. I grabbed a book and buried my nose in it, I kept trying to lose myself in the story but it seemed impossible, after an hour or so of reading I heard a harmonica being played. I got up and looked out my window, Diego was walking down the street softly playing his favorite song.
I couldn't let him see me like this so I went back to reading, hours later I fell asleep but I had forgotten to lock my door again.
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