The Story Of My Life

Chapter 2

"Alex, don't you have home works to do?" Dad asked, shifting his newspaper so he could see me.

"No, already done them with mama yesterday," I replied moving my mini car on the glass table. He looked at me weirdly before his phone started buzzing. He picked the call.

"Hello? Terry," he answered and waited for a response, I heard a sound on the other side of the phone and someone was speaking but I couldn't hear. "You what?! s**t, you're a fu-" dad was yelling but paused not completing his sentence, he stared at me with his brows furrowed, "what are you still doing here? Get out!" He yelled, I immediately ran out of the living room with my mini car, there was a soft knock on the front door, I opened the door. Standing on our porch was a man with a blue short sleeve button shirt, and a white short, he had a batch on his shirt, written mail service. He was holding two envelopes.

"Hey kiddo, uh...where is your mum or dad?" He asked.

I hesitated before speaking, mum said not to speak to strangers, I thought about it, maybe the man was here for an important thing, I gave in. "Mama is out for work, papa is on the phone," I said, the man stared down at me.

"I guess I have no choice," he spoke to nobody in particular, "here, give it to your papa and sign this," he gave me something that looked like a clipboard, with a pen. I drew a circle on the place he asked me to sign, he handed me the envelope with an amused look. I smile at him.

"Thank you," he said with a grin and left, I looked at the two white envelopes. One of the envelopes had dad's name on it. "To Anthony Douglas your love." I was confused not knowing what it meant, I shrugged it off. I walked to the living room, dad was still on the phone so he didn't notice me.

"Shut the f**k up Terry! He yelled, "you promise me that everything will be fine, you lied to me! You are such a motherfucker! My money! Everything gone! just because of your shitty mistake and the bitches in the Casino! The next time I see you, get ready to die! Screw you!" Dad yelled hanging the call and slamming the phone on the glass table. He grab his bottle of beer, bringing it to his lips, he took few gulps before bringing it down and the beer gurgled in the bottle. He took a careless glance at the entrance of the living room where I was standing, returning to his beer, but he stopped his head snapped to me, he didn't notice me all the while.

He furrowed his brows glaring at me, "What are you doing here?" I opened my mouth trying hard to speak but the words refused to come out, dad was too scary. "What did mama tell you about listening to a private conversation?" He asked in a dangerous low tune, his red eyes glaring at me.

"Not to," I answered softly, not from guilty but fear.

"And what were you doing?" He took slow steps toward me.

"I...I was not eavesdropping," I said and immediately received a harsh slap on my cheek, making me drop to the floor, the envelopes sliding under the couch. I screamed holding my cheek, dad had never hit me before.

"Don't you lie to me!" He yelled, tears flow down my cheek. "Get up!" He ordered. I slowly stood on my feet, he instantly grabbed my arm pulling me to the wall.

"I will give you one last chance, were you listening to what I was saying?!" He said through gritted teeth while holding my arm firmly.

"N-no," I said while sniffing.

"This is it! Turn around," he said, I was too scared to put up a fight, so I did what he said, I heard the sound of his belt slipping out of his loops. Then came a heavy hit on my back. I screamed falling to the floor, fat tears stream down my cheeks.

"Get that ass of yours up!" He yelled. I didn't react just crying on the floor, he yanked me up delivering a hard hit to my back, I tried falling back, but his hand was supporting me up, I kicked and screamed, but he won't just stop. After five minutes of belting, he shoved me in my room slamming the door behind.

I didn't know why he reacted like that, he's never hit me before, even with his belt. I sobbed while laying flat on my belly on the floor. I was not eavesdropping, just bringing the mail to him. I was bruised with marks on my back, I was in pain sobbing my eyes out. Mum was not around to comfort me.

After about three hours, the door was cracked open, I immediately creep under the bed trembling as fresh warm tears made their way down my cheeks.

"Alex? Alex?" I heard dad voice, I could only see his Brown boots. "Come on Lex, I know you're hiding, come see Dada," he didn't sound angry or drunk, just worried.

I was too scared to come out, what if he starts belting me over again? I thought. Tried to hold a sob but it escaped my lip. The next thing I saw was the boots coming toward my bed.

"Lex, I know you're sad, but please come out," he pleaded, I didn't respond just crying silently. He crouch down and I could see his face. He reach for my hand and I moved back. "Alex," he sigh, "come on, I won't hurt you," he was running impatient, he sigh loudly. He quickly grabbed my wrist, I couldn't scream my voice was hoarse from all the crying and screaming. He pulled me from under the bed while I struggle, he stood me upholding my arms and shaking me, I stopped struggling, just crying and fixing his light brown eyes. He was kneeling to my height, so our faces were almost touching.

"Alex, am sorry, I didn't mean to whip you, I was just upset and you weren't helping." He said, "don't tell it to mama, okay?"

I hesitated before nodding, staring into his brown eyes, I knew he was lying about the whole sorry thing, he was scared about mum's reaction. I nodded slowly, he opened his arms for a hug, I gladly refused the hug, looking at my feet. He sigh.

"Okey let's clean you up," he said. He bathed me and treated my bruises. All that while I was whimpering when he touched me. Even if I was six my IQ could be compared with that of a ten years old kid. I wasn't naïve, innocent but not stupid.......