Chapter Fourteen
A Midsummer's Day Dream
(memory of Alexis)
They were at it. Again. My dad, the alcoholic raged at my mother for the stupidest things. "You didn't do the goddamn dishes? You are a worthless piece of s**t!" yelled my dad at my mother. All I could do was sit in horror in the middle of my room and cry. I crept to the bathroom and looked in under the sink. It was there. Sweet relief. I grabbed it and ran back to my room and locked the door. Pressing the cold blade against my pale white skin felt like bliss. The blood poured out of my skin and I sighed in relief. That was when the door was kicked in and my dad stood there, like a drunken bastard. "What the f**K are you doing, you stupid b***h?" he said to me as I bled onto the carpet. "Nothing, just go away," I said, clutching the blade in my sweating hands. "F**K you!" screamed my dad as he grabbed the razor from my hands and kicking me in the stomach. "F**K YOU! F**K YOU, YOU DRUNKEN BASTARD!" I yelled, rubbing away tears and pushing him over. I ran out the front door and took off. I could hear the screams of my father coming from the front door. All I could do was run and wipe away tears. "Alexis?" I heard a familiar voice call. I spun around and it was Avery. "Alexis, oh my God, what the hell happened this time?" she asked, running to my side. "My, my dad, he-he-he kicked me and grabbed my razor from me," I said, sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh my, come with me," she said, taking my bleeding arm. We walked over to her house and...
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"Come on, babe, I love you, so let's do it," he said, grabbing my arm. "No! I don't want to, Chris, I really love you but I am not ready for that!" I said, struggling for my arm back. Chris merely laughed, an evil laugh at that and forced his lips on mine. I cried for help but it was no one but us in the house. He tore off my shirt and began to undo his belt buckle as he pinned me to the floor. I cried and wished I had just stayed home like my mom told me to, but I had to see him. Chris began to do an unspeakable act when his brother, John walked in. "What the f**K is going on, Chris?" he said looking at me then looking at Chris with a look of deep anger. "Nothing, man, go the hell away!" Chris yelled at him. John wasn't a very muscular boy like Chris but he threw his best punch at Chris and knocked him out cold. "Thank you," I whispered, getting up shakily. "Oh God, you are so welcome," he replied, taking my hand, "Here, let's get you in some new clothes and home."
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