Blamed-Chapter 1

Chapter 1

    Today it seems like it's going to be another one of those days. My mother is going to get drunk out of her mind. My father is going to find her with a can of beer in her hand. I'm just going to be in my room. I'm going to try to block out all of the fighting that's going to be happening because my mother decided to drink again. Father is going to barge into my room and pull me up by the hair. He's gonna drag me into their room. Tell me to look at what I've done to my mother. I didn't even know what I had done, but they keep bringing up that I killed Jake. I didn't even know who Jake is. Maybe I will find out someday...

    I stopped writing when I heard a crash. I ran out of my room to see where it had come from. My mother was throwing dishes onto the floor. I didn't know if she was drunk or not, but she broke dishes when she was mad. She normally got mad when she was drunk which meant she was drunk now. I started to shake. My father was going to be home soon.

    “I can't take this!” I heard my mother yell. I just watched from behind the door. She went to the fridge and pulled out another beer. I still wondered why dad would buy beer when he knew that mother had a problem. Unless it was Mother that was stealing Dad's money to buy the beer. Mother had a job too, but most of her money went to bills. Father would not allow her to spend her money on alcohol. I was happy he didn't allow her to buy beer. Somehow she always seemed to have stole money from him. My father had always blamed me for that.

    My mother walked past me to go to her room. She didn't even notice that I was there. She was muttering something, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. She went to lie down and drink her beer. I went into the kitchen and cleaned up the broken pieces of the glass my mother threw. I didn't want dad to see them.

    As soon as I finished I went back into my room. I was going to read a book. I didn't feel like writing in my notebook anymore. It was something I normally did when I was upset. Or I would write something to myself to show myself that I was alive. No one seemed to care about what happened to me. Sometimes I would go to school with bruises on my face. Sometimes my teachers would ask.

    “Kellin, where did you get those bruises?” I would lie every time telling them that I got into a fight with my step brother. I didn't really have a step brother, but I didn't want people to find out that my dad has been hitting me for years. Mother just ignored me. I was used to that. She stopped speaking to me when I turned four. She didn't even want to be around me. I heard her tell dad that this was the age that Jake was when he saved Kellin. I still didn't know what they were talking about. Father tried to take care of me...that's when he cared. When I turned nine everything changed my father stopped trying to take care of me. I believe he was drunk that day, but he started hitting me. I cried as this happened. Mother didn't stop it. I now have a scar running from my chest to my torso. Every time I saw it. I remembered what my father had done to me. My father had pulled a knife on me that night and he cut my pretty deeply as well as beat me. When he noticed what he had done. He stopped the bleeding and patched up my wounds. He was a nurse after all. He tried to hold me, but I pulled away from him. He didn't seem to be hurt by that.

    I heard the front door of my house open. Father was home from work. He got fired as being a nurse years ago. Now he runs his own business helping children from abuse. How ironic that he's abusing me. I heard his footsteps go towards his bedroom. I gulped because I knew that my father was going to get angry. I heard a scream come from the room. I heard footsteps and then I heard a thump. I peeked through the door to see dad sitting on mom. He had her hands pinned above her head because she probably would have hit him if not. “Marcy, how many times do I have to tell you...you need to stop drinking. You have to stop for your health's sake. If you keep drinking you could die. Didn't the doctor just tell you that you needed to stop. He told you that if you keep drinking the way you do you will get liver problems.”

    “I don't want to. It's the only thing that brings me happiness,” mother said with tears streaming down her face. Dad got off of her to pull her into his arms. He looked saddened by what mom just said.

    “Honey, I love you and so does everyone that knows you. They don't want you to be going down the wrong path. I want to be the thing that brings you happiness. Please, stop drinking for me,” dad said. She sighed and held him tight.

    “I want to stop drinking, but I honestly don't want to, but for you I will try,” mother said to father. They stood up and mother wobbled to her room. I closed my door quietly. I knew father was going to be coming to visit me shortly. Not that it mattered because I knew what he was going to say. I just really hope that it doesn't get worse than usual.

    I heard a soft knock on my door. I didn't answer because I knew who it was. Father opened the door and somewhat smiled at me. That was not normal. “Son, your mother promised to try to stop drinking. I'm so proud, but I wanted to let you know that it's all your fault that she started in the first place.”

    “I don't even know what I did, dad,” I said. Dad made me stand up and pulled me by the hair. Just like I knew he would. He dragged me into his and Mother's room. I didn't make a sound and I didn't cry. Mother just looked up at me and gave me a disgusted look.

    “What is he doing in here,” she asked.

    “He came here to apologize for all he's done,” my father said.

    “I didn't do anything. Why do you keep blaming me for something that I don't know what happened?” I asked trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

    “Son, you truly are an idiot,” Father said throwing me to the ground. He got on top of me. I tried to get him off, but he wouldn't budge. It was because he was stronger than I was. I felt his hands go around my throat. I couldn't breathe. Mother screamed at him to stop.

    “I hate Kellin, but he's still our child. We can't kill him. I know he killed Jake, but he is alive. He is our only child. We need to at least have one child left to bare us grand children,” Mother said to Father. Father stopped choking me and got off of me. I started coughing as I was trying to breathe in more air.

    I got scared and ran out of the house. I didn't know where I was going, but I was going to go somewhere. Somewhere far away from my parents. But still I was wondering...who is Jake?

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[WEIGHWITHWORDS]

I definitely find myself wondering what happens next. Very interesting twist you have here. The father is an ex-nurse who beats his child and helps heal his wounds...that will keep a person engaged until the very end. Nice work....have you completed a book already or is this your first shot at it?

[Angie Diane♥♥]

I have completed a book already. I'm just in the process of rewriting it into first person.

[Silent Wolf]

It's kind of sad. You don't go over board with the abuse like some people do, which is a good thing. I like this, in a twisted kind of way...

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you for reading :)

[Silent Wolf]

Of course!

[Angie Diane♥♥]

you're reviews make me want to work on it again.

[Angie Diane♥♥]

your* lol stupid mee

[Silent Wolf]

You're not stupid. And I'm glad.

[Angie Diane♥♥]

I actually had a lot of plans for this book. They will slowly come back to me.

[Silent Wolf]

Lol. I write my plans down somewhere.

[Angie Diane♥♥]

I normally do, but then I just remember it XD
too bad I can't remember what was gonna happen in Aidan 2...but then again I lost that story.

[Silent Wolf]

That sucks. :P

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Lol yes, it does. I finished the first book. That's all that matters XD

[Death Girl]

I LOVE IT! This is the best book story whatever you want to call it that i have started reading i can't wait to read more.

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you so much :)

[Taylor H.]

Unless it was mother that was stealing dad's ------Mother and Dad's (if its what you call them than its capital, if its just their title than its lower case).

She was muttering something, but I couldn't here what she was saying. -----hear what she was saying


She went to lay down and drink her beer. -----lie

I couldn't breath.----breathe

This is a very good start to a book. It made me want to read more. It reminds me of a book my friend Kristina and I were writing but stopped (we just never got back around to it). I like it so far :)

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you for the review. :)
I will get right on fixing those mistakes.

[Taylor H.]

:)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad chapter. Poor girl had a hard life. The description create sad visions of a bad situation. I hope to read more. You left a open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent chapter.
Coyote

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you for the review. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[beautiful dreamer]

pleeeeeease write more

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you for your reviews. :)
I will be writing the second chapter pretty soon.

[beautiful dreamer]

yay!

[beautiful dreamer]

holy s**t i cried. nough said