Today is the day, the day of my mother’s funeral. It is also the day that my life was changed for the worse, as this is the day my father’s aggression turned to me. My father has always had anger problems and been aggressive for as long as I could remember but he never harmed me physically, that was because my mother always took the hits that were meant for me... along with the ones that were directed at her, she thought it was her fault that he was like this, as he always found a way to blame her or myself for his problems. All it took was one time for the beating she took to be too much for her body to handle and it killed her! MY FATHER MURDERED MY MOTHER and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
So here I am stood in front of my floor length mirror dressed in black with my deep auburn hair cascading down my pale as snow face to hide the bruising on my left temple. With 3 loud bangs on my bedroom door my father yells through it “DON’T FORGET TO HIDE THAT UGLY FACE OF YOURS TODAY AND NO CRYING WHAT SO EVER” I wait till I hear him going back downstairs before I open my door, I make my way down, when I reach the bottom I see my father downing a shot of what I presume to be whisky, but it could be anything knowing my father. We both make our way outside towards the car I always feared getting in the car as who knows what could happen.
We finally arrive at the cemetery where my mother is to be laid to rest. As the ceremony starts I am lost in my own little bubble as I stood beside my father, the tears start to trickle down from my emerald green eyes as we watch the coffin descending in to the ground. There are two reasons I am crying, one being that I will never be able to see my mother again, and two is because I know what is going to happen as soon as we are home, I’m finally brought out of my thoughts as I hear the priest as the finally parts of the service.
“O God, whose mercies cannot be numbered: Accept our prayers on behalf of thy servant and grant him an entrance into the land of light and joy, in the fellowship of thy saints; through Jesus Christ thy son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.”
And with that I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder squeezing it hard enough I’m sure it will leave a bruise as his hot breath hits my cheek as he whispered in my ear with a sinister tone “Just you wait till we get home, I told you no crying!”
“I’m so s-s-sorry sir, I didn’t m-mean to” I responded I knew I has messed up letting my emotions show in public, ‘I’m so stupid’ I thought to myself, my mother is no longer here to protect me from what is to come.
Once we made it home, I opened the front door and made a beeline for the stairs, I almost made it but my father fisted my hair and dragged me to down the couple of stairs I had managed to climb. My scalp was throbbing, but that is nothing like what is to come, the next this I knew was being thrown in to the wall with a fist connecting to my right cheek, then a knee to the stomach. As I slid down the wall my father’s boot connected with my slide as he repeatedly kicked and stomped on me. When he finally got tired of kicking me and crouched down grabbed my hair dragging me up with it, the last words he said to were “It should have been you in that coffin, YOU! Not your mother, she was too good to you, well she isn’t here to protect you anymore” and with that I was punched so hard I was sent down to the ground, my head crashing in to the oak wood flooring as I watched my father walk away and the darkness finally took me.
When I finally started to awake I can hear faint beeping. Beep Beep Beep. It almost sounded like a hospital, when I gained enough consciousness to slowly open my eyes only to be blinded by a bright light forcing me to close them once again. I open my eyes again with caution, once fully open I take in my surroundings. I was right I am in a Hospital and I’m alone. ‘Who brought me here? Where is dad, did he bring me here? oh god I’m going to be in a lot of trouble if it was who brought me here’ I thought to myself. Suddenly the door opening caught my attention all I could do was pray it wasn’t my father who was walking through the door.
I was relieved when I saw it was a nurse who was entering my room. “Glad to see your awake Miss Bennett, I’m Nurse Blanchet”, “What happened, how did I get here?” I asked in a hoarse voice. “Your father brought you, he said you fell down the stairs after losing your footing” so it was my dad your brought me, my nightmare confirmed and of course he lied to protect himself, I shall have to go along with it or it won’t end well for me. “Yes, it was my mother’s funeral today I guess I was so upset I wasn’t paying attention when I ran for my room when we got home” I whispered just loud enough so she could hear me.
“I will got fetch the doctor, your father mentioned going to the canteen I’m sure he won’t be long”
5 minutes the doctor walked in to the room along with Nurse Blanchet and my father. The doctor was kind he adorned a gentle smile whilst he introduced himself “I’m DR. Jenkins, how is your pain Miss Bennett? you had a very bad fall and it did quite a bit of damage. You have a fractured your left distal radius which is your wrist, you also have a sprained ankle, concussion and 2 broken ribs, along this bad bruising on all over your body, you’ve been out for 2 days”
′ 2 whole days, oh god I’m in even bigger trouble now’ I thought to myself as the door opened to reveal my father withe his face plastered with worry, I knew it was fake by mischievous glint in his eye. “oh, my poor baby, I was so worried about you, you were so upset when we on our way home. I knew I should have got you to come to the wake with me instead of leaving you at home alone” he said as he rushed to my side. “When I got home I found you at the bottom of the stairs you weren’t moving I thought the worse, I’m so glad your awake” He hugged me as he whispered in my ear “You are going to play along, you’re going to be relived I’m here with you, but when we get you home you’re going to regret this, I don’t care if your injured” I froze and stiffened as the words left his lips. I knew that my life as I knew it was over as soon as we leave this hospital.
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