If Santa had a Son

Chapter 11 - Who do You Turn to?

Chapter 11

Who do You Turn to?

Finally going home should've been a good thing, right? But I was scared to death! My parents were understanding, but when their two daughters disappeared for three days I had a feeling it wouldn't end well for me.

Not that it was my fault, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I didn't plan to be snowed in, but I was the one in charge, it fell on my shoulders. No matter how much I wanted to deny it I couldn't. Maybe if I took responsibility they wouldn't be as harsh.

My hands started to shake as we pulled into the driveway. I could see the tv was on through the window, but I couldn't see anyone inside. What confused me was pretty much every house was still covered in snow, but Anthonys and my grandmas were not.

Something was up, and I intended to find out.

"Yay!" Kayla screeched, jumping from the car and up the icy sidewalk.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Wait, I need to talk to you," Anthony said, grabbing my arm. The contact made my heart flutter. I could feel myself blushing.

"Bree!" My head shot up to see my dad walking down the sidewalk, face red with anger.

"Maybe some other time," I whispered. My body started shaking, and I was sure Anthony could feel it because he was still holding my arm. I stood to get out of the car, just as my feet sunk into the snow Anthonys hand shot into my pocket. A quiet yelp escaped my lips in surprise as I shot him a questioning look.

"Get out of here you rotten kid, before I call the cops!" My dad roared, kicking the side of the car. I gasped again, taking a step back. My dad was never a violent type, he was always the caring one. I could see Anthony's surprise as well, but he just nodded and took off. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"W..What?" My voice came out shaking. He was really scaring me.

"You were gone for three days straight! Where were you?"

"We..Well, we got snowed in at Anthony's aunt's," I was still shaking in my boots, and was literally freezing my butt off. My father sighed in anger, grabbing my wrist and yanking me towards the door. I cried in pain as I fell to my knees, the pressure on my wrist stung.

"Get up!" My dad hissed, yanking me to my feet and pushing to towards the door. I stumbled inside, falling on the carpet.

"What's wrong?" Kayla asked, looking up from her show. Her eyes were wide with horror, and I knew I had to get her out of the room.

"Nothing hon, go and play in your room, okay? Maybe you could play with your new bear?" She smiled at me, nodding enthusiastically. I heard the door slam behind me, making me shake again. What was wrong with my father?

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" My dad yelled as I wobbled to my feet.

"I'm really sorry, it was an accident! Can't you just be glad we're okay?!" I cried.

"Accident or not you had us a friggin worried! Do you know your friend has been crying the whole time annoying the hell out of everyone?! I don't know why your friends with her anyway." That was the limit, he could yell at me but not insult my friend.

"She's been my friend forever! You know that!" I screamed, instantly regretting it. His face twisted in anger as he lunged at me, grabbing my wrist in his fist once again.

"Don't yell at me!"

"I'm sorry, but she's my friend. I love her! She's practically my sister!" I cried, tears falling down my face.

"You're a f*****g lesbian?! Oh god we've let you two share beds!"

"It's not like that." I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Did he really think I was gay? I yelled in pain as he twisted my wrist, lifting it over my head.

"Don't you dare laugh at me." He said in my face, his breath circling my head. I tried not to gag as the smell of beer filled my nose. He was drunk?

"Stop it, George!" I screamed, stomping my foot. The burst of courage surprised me, and obviously him. He dropped my wrist and took and took a step back. As my hand fell to my side I whimpered. It hurt like crazy. It might even be broken, I thought to myself.

Suddenly his face turned from shock to anger, turning bright red. He took a step forward and slapped me hard across my face, so hard I fell to the floor. The sound still echoed through the room as I felt my cheek, wincing in pain.

"Don't you ever call me by my first name again young lady, go to your room!" He hollered, stomping out of the room. I sobbed to myself as I stumbled up the stairs, cradling my hurt wrist. I was so scared. It was horrible not knowing if you were safe in the same house as your own father. He had never even spanked me before!

The one person who you should turn to had just slapped you and possibly broke your wrist, how would you feel? It was utterly terrifying. As I reached my room I plopped on my bed, yelping as my wrist exploded in pain.

The pain was so intense I was seeing red splotches, which wasn't good. I had learned in health class that that meant I was on the verge of passing out. As I rolled on my side something hard poked into my hip. Curious I slipped my okay hand into the jacket, my fingers wrapping around something hard.

Through blurry tears, I saw a phone number scribbled on a piece of paper in the neatest handwriting I had ever seen. Anthony put it there, which meant it was his phone number. All of a sudden I needed to hear his voice, it would make things all right.

Faster than I thought possible I had dialed his phone number and had the phone pressed tightly to my ear. It rang about five times, each ring filled me with dread. What if he didn't answer? What would I do? What if he didn't even want me to call him?

"Hello?" Oh God, his voice did make me feel better. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't say anything. Instead, the loudest sob ever escaped my lips. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Anthony..." I croaked, bursting back into tears, "Could you come to pick me up?My hands started to shake as we pulled into the driveway. I could see the tv was on through the window, but I couldn't see anyone inside. What confused me was pretty much every house was still covered in snow, but Anthonys and my grandmas were not.

Something was up, and I intended to find out.

"Yay!" Kayla screeched, jumping from the car and up the icy sidewalk.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Wait, I need to talk to you," Anthony said, grabbing my arm. The contact made my heart flutter. I could feel myself blushing.

"Bree!" My head shot up to see my dad walking down the sidewalk, face red with anger.

"Maybe some other time," I whispered. My body started shaking, and I was sure Anthony could feel it because he was still holding my arm. I stood to get out of the car, just as my feet sunk into the snow Anthonys hand shot into my pocket. A quiet yelp escaped my lips in surprise as I shot him a questioning look.

"Get out of here you rotten kid, before I call the cops!" My dad roared, kicking the side of the car. I gasped again, taking a step back. My dad was never a violent type, he was always the caring one. I could see Anthony's surprise as well, but he just nodded and took off. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"W..What?" My voice came out shaking. He was really scaring me.

"You were gone for three days straight! Where were you?"

"We..Well, we got snowed in at Anthony's aunt's," I was still shaking in my boots, and was literally freezing my butt off. My father sighed in anger, grabbing my wrist and yanking me towards the door. I cried in pain as I fell to my knees, the pressure on my wrist stung.

"Get up!" My dad hissed, yanking me to my feet and pushing to towards the door. I stumbled inside, falling on the carpet.

"What's wrong?" Kayla asked, looking up from her show. Her eyes were wide with horror, and I knew I had to get her out of the room.

"Nothing hon, go and play in your room, okay? Maybe you could play with your new bear?" She smiled at me, nodding enthusiastically. I heard the door slam behind me, making me shake again. What was wrong with my father?

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" My dad yelled as I wobbled to my feet.

"I'm really sorry, it was an accident! Can't you just be glad we're okay?!" I cried.

"Accident or not you had us a friggin worried! Do you know your friend has been crying the whole time annoying the hell out of everyone?! I don't know why your friends with her anyway." That was the limit, he could yell at me but not insult my friend.

"She's been my friend forever! You know that!" I screamed, instantly regretting it. His face twisted in anger as he lunged at me, grabbing my wrist in his fist once again.

"Don't yell at me!"

"I'm sorry, but she's my friend. I love her! She's practically my sister!" I cried, tears falling down my face.

"You're a f*****g lesbian?! Oh god we've let you two share beds!"

"It's not like that." I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Did he really think I was gay? I yelled in pain as he twisted my wrist, lifting it over my head.

"Don't you dare laugh at me." He said in my face, his breath circling my head. I tried not to gag as the smell of beer filled my nose. He was drunk?

"Stop it, George!" I screamed, stomping my foot. The burst of courage surprised me, and obviously him. He dropped my wrist and took and took a step back. As my hand fell to my side I whimpered. It hurt like crazy. It might even be broken, I thought to myself.

Suddenly his face turned from shock to anger, turning bright red. He took a step forward and slapped me hard across my face, so hard I fell to the floor. The sound still echoed through the room as I felt my cheek, wincing in pain.

"Don't you ever call me by my first name again young lady, go to your room!" He hollered, stomping out of the room. I sobbed to myself as I stumbled up the stairs, cradling my hurt wrist. I was so scared. It was horrible not knowing if you were safe in the same house as your own father. He had never even spanked me before!

The one person who you should turn to had just slapped you and possibly broke your wrist, how would you feel? It was utterly terrifying. As I reached my room I plopped on my bed, yelping as my wrist exploded in pain.

The pain was so intense I was seeing red splotches, which wasn't good. I had learned in health class that that meant I was on the verge of passing out. As I rolled on my side something hard poked into my hip. Curious I slipped my okay hand into the jacket, my fingers wrapping around something hard.

Through blurry tears, I saw a phone number scribbled on a piece of paper in the neatest handwriting I had ever seen. Anthony put it there, which meant it was his phone number. All of a sudden I needed to hear his voice, it would make things all right.

Faster than I thought possible I had dialed his phone number and had the phone pressed tightly to my ear. It rang about five times, each ring filled me with dread. What if he didn't answer? What would I do? What if he didn't even want me to call him?

"Hello?" Oh God, his voice did make me feel better. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't say anything. Instead, the loudest sob ever escaped my lips. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Anthony..." I croaked, bursting back into tears. "Could you come to pick me up?