My dad hovered over me and slapped me across my face. I cried out for help but he quickly silenced me with a kick to my stomach. I curled into a ball and whimpered. I looked up at my dad who's drunken eyes were on fire.
He spat on me and when he went to the couch and fell asleep I ran up the stairs and cried in my bed. Through watery eyes I read my brothers letter. I hugged the letter and our picture to my chest while I rocked back and forth crying.
Every day after Jason died my dad hit me. The days passed both emotionally painful and physically painful. I looked outside and saw a young boy moving in next door. He got to his room where he looked at me through the window. I looked down and laid back on the bed. I drifted to sleep imagining that my brother was next to me.
As I moved the last box into my house and paid the movers, I heard a cry for help come from the neighboring house. I listened for anything after and I heard nothing.
I yawned and ran up the stairs. I walked into my room and saw a young girl around my age with a tear stained face looking into my window from her room. When she saw that I looked back she looked down and laid back on her bed. I laid back on my bed and drifted to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to a crash and an unsteady voice yelling. I heard a scream and then silence. I saw the girl from last night run into her room and hug her knees to her chest while rocking. She sobbed into her knees.
I watched her worry filling my mind. I grabbed a sketchbook and wrote a message and pressed up against my window tapping rapidly.
I looked up when I heard tapping. It was the neighbor. He had a sketchbook pressed on the window, it read:
I'm Niall. Is everything okay? Heard noises. Text if you don't want to talk.
And below he wrote his number. I texted him.
'im fine. Im Grace btw'
'hey there Grace nice to meet you I heard noises last night and this morning so I wanted to see if you were okay' he replied
'thanks for being so considerate' I thanked him.
' Its cool anything for a new friend'
My mind danced at the word friend. I never had friends unless I hung out with Jason and his friends which was rare. I felt like a small bit of hope burst in my broken fragile heart and all because someone was actually my friend.
And everyday after today he always texted me to make sure that I was okay. Like a friend.