Fallen for his smile

Kevin

All i care for was to earn money on my own.After getting a part time  job at the convenience store.I was able to earn enough to pay for my college fees.I would crumble myself that i have to this on my own.The only person i could rely on was my uncle.(My dad childhood friend).I could remember when i was young i would often go for a trip with my dad to his house ,and it was also one of my favourite places of all(The beach).His house was built like a tree house,made with wood,and the ground floor was the restaurant where me and my dad would eat our favourite seafood platter.Uncle taught me how to surf,since then i have been fascinated to learn more from him.

   I came back home from the working as the part-time bartender.I tried learning that from my uncle.I would make enough money.I was really exhausted from standing there from 8 hours non stop working.

  My house is shabby.The door knob is jammed,you need to pull hard to open.Once you enter over the left side is my step-brother room,and after the smallest kitchen.We dont even have a common room its just a old shabby table and chairs that my mom got it from on cheap sale.On the right side,is my mom room.

Over the corner,there is a small stairs that led up to my room.I have this small table wher i kept my books and  on side a half crooked bed and a small table where i kept some of the eating things and water bottle cause i hate going down once i am up here.My bathroom is also shabby.I have a bathtub which my dad got me when i was just 14,which look the most expensive there and the damn mirror which i care to see once a day or even forget to.I have a small window where i can only see the sky.

I was too tired that i fall asleep.I was woken up by the sound of something breaking.I went down to check it was my step dad fighting with my mom.He was searching for money.He gets drunk everytime he comes to gets what he wants.Everything was scattered,All i could hear from my mom was"Honey,no please.I have none left with me.I got groceries with the money i earn today.He started beating her up.""No,please.Stop.Its hurting"my mom screaming her lungs out.

I thought to myself i shouldn't have went down.My mom was about to get hit again,when i grab my step-dad hand.He looked at me with those scary dark looking eyes.I was so scared of him that i would never want to cross by him.But i had to grab his hand if not .My mom could be hurt badly..

He gave a slap on my face,grab my hair and pull me inside his room and close the door.

My mom never had the courage to fight him back .all she does is stand there shivering with fear and eyes filled with tears.Sometimes i wonder when will she get the courage to do  fight back.

Get on your knee""he yelled at me.He took out his belt from his trouser and started striking it hard on my back.All i was could do was bear it silently after a while he went out of the room gave my mom a stary expression and left.These was everytime when he needs something,all he does is drink.I took up my courage and came out.All i could see was my mom,she had swollen eyes with all the tears.I just gave her a smile to make her feel i was okay and had back to my room.All night i kept on crawling myself with all the pain.I took a pain killer and force myself to sleep,hoping there is a next day ahead of me.