Inara
It's been two weeks since my parents came after me and I've been trying very hard to not think about it. I have been working more and trying to stay away from the house unless I have to be there. I make sure to give my work schedule to my dad even though me working more means he wants more money but I don't want a repeat of what they did. I haven't talked to Bryan much and I'm not sure how to tell him that I can't see him again. Every time I think about it I have a breakdown. It's crazy how these feelings make me feel and how fast they developed, I'm not sure if it's even possible.
He has come to the restaurant a few times to try and talk to me but I make it a point to stay far away from his table. I know it hurts him because I can see the sadness and confusion on his face. He waited outside once till my shift was over and tried to talk to me. I kept my head down and kept telling him I was busy. He wasn't happy about me limping but I told a lie and said I fell while holding a tray of dirty dishes and landed wrong. I don't think he believed me but he didn't dig into it anymore. After that, he hasn't come by and he seems to be becoming sadder, at least that's what it seems like when I read his text messages and listen to the voicemails but what can I do? I can't tell him I don't want to see him again but I know I have to tell him I can't at some point.
Right now I'm cleaning the house up before I make dinner. I've been at it since five in the morning. This is the only day that I couldn't go to work because I needed to make sure at least one day out of the week I clean the whole house and make sure that everything is spotless. I made the mistake last week and paid for it. I ended up with a few new burn marks and a broken rib.
I'm not sure how but I seem to be healing faster than I used to. I can't say if it's a good or bad thing because it hurts when it's happening. My whole body feels like it's on fire for hours but it's probably only minutes. What's worse is that after all the pain I'm still not fully healed but it does help and I am able to get stuff done. I unfortunately still feel pain and limp when I walk from the broken rib.
Once I'm done cleaning the house I head to the kitchen. I'm overly tired from all the work I've been doing for hours and from the pain, my vision starts to blur a few times as I walk and I end up bumping into my sister, Linda, just when I turn to go down the stairs. Crap!
"Watch where you are going! Do you know how much this outfit costs? I can't have your nasty ass and disgusting looks ruin it! Now move it!" Man is she annoying when she yells. Wait, no, she's annoying all the time.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and I'm a bit dizzy. I will make sure to stay out of your way next time." I make sure that I'm looking down even those that darn voice in my head keeps telling me to rip her to shreds.
"You better. I don't want to be spending the money that I work hard to earn. Oh, that reminds me, daddy wants you to pay up for this month. He said you're behind on the extra amount. He didn't seem happy that he had to ask me to remind you. I bet he will let me watch as he shows just how mad he is." I snap my head up to look at her and see the sinister smile on her face. s**t, what is she planning this time?
I tell her I will make sure to hand it over to him right away and then step around her heading to the stairs but right when I am about to take a step down I feel someone push me. As I'm tumbling down the stairs I see my sister smiling and laughing. She is enjoying this.
I hit the landing on the third floor hard and end up rolling into a wooden base that held this stupid looking vase that I was told cost thousands. Why someone would pay that much for a vase that looked like a child made it and painted it I'm not sure but they did. I guess I don't have that eye for art or I do and my parents don't. Either way, I know once I hit that wooden base that it's coming down and that I can't stop it from falling and shattering.
I watch it fall in slow motion and even though I know I can stop it from hitting the floor I try. Hey you have to still try, right?
I see it shatter on the floor and freeze. f**k. I'm done. I just know it. I won't live to see tomorrow.
I look up the stairs when I hear my sister laughing get louder and I see that her smile is crazy big and her teeth are showing. After she stops laughing and catches her breath she starts yelling for our dad. I think she is so happy with what happened that she doesn't care how loud she is.
Both my parents come running up the stairs to see what was going on and once they hit the landing I'm on and they see me on the floor and the vase shattered on the floor my dad loses his mind.
I guess they forgot that my little sisters were home because my dad starts to shout as loud as he can and raises his leg getting ready to kick me when my baby sister, Kelly, screams. My dad stops and turns to look at all my sisters standing at the top of the stairs. He then turns and looks at my mom who starts to walk up the stairs telling them to go back to their rooms so our dad and I can talk about what happened and see what can be done to fix the vase.
I turn my head to look at my dad who is breathing heavy. His eyes are almost fully black and his fists keep opening and closings. I know what's about to happen and I know it won't be good.
"Follow me." My dad says in a calm voice which makes my eyes grow and my breathing starts to pick up but I slowly got up feeling the pain all over my body from being pushed down the stairs. My head is slowly starting to kill me and when I touch where most of the pain is and look at my hand there's blood on it. How do I still have blood in me after the last two weeks?
I follow my dad down the stairs to the first floor, through the back halls, and out to the backyard. He doesn't stop or look back at me. He just keeps shaking his hands beside him and then puts them in a fist and opening them just to shake them out again.
I'm not so sure where we are going but after about 10 minutes I see a weird looking house. It's metal that's been rusted and the roof looks like it's about to fall in. It definitely hasn't been taken care of one bit. Is that where we are going?