Riley Pt. 2

Riley          Chapter Eleven Pt. 2

"Get up, you dirty brat!" Pa screamed and kicked my side. I looked over to my mother, laying there cold and bleeding her life out. My oldest brother had her head cradled in his lap. I could smell the booze seeping off of his skin and clothes. Drunk again.

My twin brother was crying, looking at mommy then back at me. I could see the fear in his eyes. "You little s**t! Get up! Or I'll put a bullet in your head too!" He kicked me once more, causing an ear splitting shriek to ring out into the now quiet air.

"Shut up!" Pa slurred, moving his hand to his belt. He could whip me with his belt or pull a gun from it. Or even both.

"Pa! Please stop!" I begged He unbuckled his belt. "Pa! Please! No! Stop, daddy!"

He had pulled his belt off and beat me black and blue before I heard a knock at the door.

"NYPD Open up!" The police? Who had called? I groaned and tried to sit up.

"No!" Pa screamed drunkenly.

"Sir, if you refuse we'll have to use forced entry. We have a warrant." It was a woman's voice now. Where were my brothers? Mommy was still there, probably dead now.

Pa didn't answer them. I could see flashing lights outside.

"Alright, open it up." I hardly heard her say as she gave a command to the other officers. Pa grabbed me by the neck.

I clawed at his hands, trying to get air. He squeezed tighter as the door was broke down. I could see my vision getting blacker and blacker by the second.

"Step back or I'll snap the runt's neck!" A woman had my brothers. She glanced at me as she ushered my brothers out the door.

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There was a knock on the bathroom door, making me jump. "Riley! What are you doing? Let's go!"

I sighed and unlocked the door. "Um…" I cleared my throat. "Sorry."

Cole laughed as I opened the door. "What took you so long?"

"Nothing," I grabbed my coat off the back of  my chair, walking towards the doors. Just nothing.