It Isn't What It Seems (ON HOLD!!!)

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Nikki is just your average 16 year old. That's what it seems, but if you were to look closer you would see that so many things in her life go wrong. She is actually a very sweet girl, but because of her appearances people assume she is a bad girl. So she has to play that role, but she is tired of it. Tired of being someone she's not. Tired of her father abusing her. Tired of life itself. She faces challenges, like every person. But the question is, will she over come them?

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7. Chapter 6

    I walk into the house, greeted with the smell of alcohol. Great, he's drunk. He was doing good, he hadn't drank for 2 days and it was a record for him. As I walk to my room I feel someone grab me by the arm and push me against the wall.

   "Where were you!" My father bellows.

   "I-I was at school."

   "Don't lie to me! School ended an hour ago!"

   "I had to stay after."

   "You lying little whore!" He threw me to the ground and kicked me. I whimper in pain, placing my hand over the spot on my stomach. He continues to yell at me, telling me how I'm no good, no one will ever want me. And finally he ends with "It's all your fault your mother died! I didn't even want a child! I loved her and I didn't want anything to screw that up! And I sure don't want you!' He stormed out of the house, probably in search of my liquor.

   The tears that I had been holding back spring free, sliding down my face, wet and hot. It's blinding, I can hardly see. I slowly get up and limp to my room, I do the only thing I can think of. I call Misty, my cousin. She doesn't pick up, great. She is the only one who knows that my dad drinks. No one knows what he does to me, but that's about to change. I know I shouldn't go to Keith since we just had that little fight, but he is the only one who can comfort me. I dial his number and he picks up on the 2nd ring. 

    "Nikki! I can't believe you called!"

    I try to keep my voice from shaking, but it's no use "K-Keith, can can y-you come pick me u-up?"

    "Yeah, are you alright?"

    "Ju-ust hurry pl-please." I beg. 

    "Okay, I will be there in a few minutes." He hangs up and I quickly get up and run to my closet. I grab a bag and stuff more than half of my clothes in it, it's all that will fit. Then I grab my laptop and put it in it's case. Slowly I grab things and put them in bags. Not caring much about what I leave behind, only taking certain things I need. I hear a knock on the door, I grab all my bags and sprint over to it. I fling the door open and fall into Keith's arms.

    "What's wrong baby?"

    "I'll tell you in the car." He looks at me but goes along. As we walk to his car he notices all the bags and the suitcase in my hand. he just shakes his head and opens the back seat so i can put them in. Then I crawl into the passenger seat with Keith next to me.

    "So what is it?" He asks concerned.

    "My, my dad."

    "What did he do?"

    "Everything."

    "What does that mean?"  I just shake my head, I honestly don't want to talk about it. But I know I will have to tell him some time. Keith starts the car and starts to drive to his house.

 

   When we get there he opens my door and grabs some of my stuff. I walk into his house, and go straight to his room. I sit down on his bed and put my head on my hands. I cry silently, knowing I will never go back to that house again. Soon I feel Keith next to me, he gently rubs my back.

    After a long silence he speaks up, "Did he hurt you?" I just nod my head.

    He wraps me in a hug, and he hand grazes the spot where my father had kicked me. I jump up and across the bed as the pain shoots through my body.

    "I am so sorry Nikki. I didn't mean to." Keith says, he reaches a hand out to me carefully, as if I was a dog he was afraid might bite him. I crawl back over to him and lean my head on his chest. Silently, my tears fall, soaking his shirt. 

   He just makes soothing noises and rubs my back. I continue to cry, I completely let my bad girl guard down. Now, I am just a girl in pain. The person who I truly am and always was. I hear the front door open and Keith's mom yell that she was home.

   "Stay here, I will go talk to her." he whispers in my ear. He slides out from under me and softly walks out of his bedroom and down the stairs. I hear them talking, but I can't make out what they say. After a few minutes I hear two sets of feet come up the stairs. I look up to find Keith and his mom in the doorway.

    She walks up to me, "What happened sweetie?" I have always had a good relationship with her, she was like my mom. 

    "He, he hurt me."

    "What did he do honey?"

   "He hit me, and he, he kicked me."

    "Has he done this before." Sadly, I nod my head. 

     "Keith, did you know about this?" 

    "No! Oh my gosh Nikki! Why didn't you tell me?"

    "I didn't want you to worry, and you probably would have killed him."

    "Probably? I am going to kill him!"

    "Keith! Calm down!" His mother yells.

    "Nikki, why did he do this to you?"

    "Because he was drunk and it's my fault my mom died."

    "Honey, it is not your fault."

     "Yes it is!" I cry. I turn around so my face in against the bed. 

    "Keith, talk to her. She needs you."

    I heard the door close, then two strong arms wrapped around me. He nuzzles his face into my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "How could he do this to you?"

    I just wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to hold him forever. But I can't think like that, I will lose him one day. Just like I lost my mother, and my dad. And I will lose every other guy I am with.

    "He will never hurt you again, I promise."

    Finally, I found my voice. "Don't make me promises." He laughs at this.

    "I will always be here for you." But that isn't true, because after tomorrow, I won't be here. I can't stay here, my dad will know where I went. And I won't be safe, Keith cannot protect me from him, and I don't want hi to. My mind is set, tomorrow night I'm leaving and there's no looking back.

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