Blamed-Chapter 2

Chapter 2

    I calmed down a bit before I started to walk home. I needed to think and be on my own for a while. Mother and Father had always been like that towards me. I don't know why, but Father had never choked me before. That was the scariest moment I ever had in my life.

    I walked past the park to see couples kissing, mother's and father's holding hands, and other people just relaxing in the field. I felt envious of them because some of them all had people that cared. I didn't have any one. I didn't have one person that truly cares about me. I felt like I was an outcast to society. Even when I went to school no one would talk to me. The teacher's did, but it's not like they really cared they were just doing their jobs.

    I walked faster through the park. I didn't want to see them all together. I didn't want to be hurt anymore. I didn't want to feel pain. I walked around the corner to hear a girl screaming. It sounded like she was screaming in pain. I ran to where I heard the scream. When I got there I saw a guy pulling the girl by her hair. I could see the tears in the poor girl's eyes. She didn't notice me and neither did the guy. They were moving into the house that was just recently on sale on my block. “I told you to not drop that box! You know it has special memories in their. I don't need it to get destroyed by dirt.”

    “I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to,” she said. He just rolled his eyes and threw her to the ground. He started kicking her in the stomach. She cried a little more. I could tell that I was starting to get angry. My hands were in and out of making fists. I hated when men hit women. It makes my skin crawl. I could see her tears and it made me just want to protect her. Sure, I didn't know her, but she still seemed like such a good person. I ran over to them and jumped on her. The guy got even more angry and tried to kick her more, but I didn't let him. I blocked every kick with my own body.

    “Don't you dare kick her again,” I said trying to make my voice sound threatening. The guy glared at me and I glared right back. When he saw that I wasn't going to stop blocking her the guy just stalked off. I sat up on her and looked around as I got off of her. I helped her up.

    “Thank you so much. I'm glad that you came along. It might have gotten worse if not,” the girl said thanking me. I was shocked that she said it might have gotten worse. What kind of man was he to lay a hand on a woman? My skin was staring to crawl again.

    “It's no problem. I just hate when other men hit women. It's not right. What did you ever do to him for him to hit you like that?” I asked her. She looked down at the ground. I knew I just met her, but I felt like I have a connection with her.

    “I didn't do anything. His mother just recently passed away from cancer. He's just been angry and taking it out on me. I am used to that. I've been with him for years now. When he found out his mother had cancer I tried to console him, but he just got angry. He gave me a black eye. My mother and father said they didn't want me to see him again, but I couldn't stay away from him. I love him a lot. I don't know why. The only thing I hate is that when he's mad he hits me. I don't even know why I agreed to move in with him,” she said. I grabbed her into a hug.

    “I'm sorry,” I said to her.

    “I just met you and I'm already telling you a lot about me. By the way my name is Angie. What is your name?” she asked with a bright smile. I couldn't help, but stare at how beautiful she was.

    “I'm Kellin,” I said.

    “Nice to meet you, Kellin. Maybe I'll see you around sometime soon. I don't want him to get even more mad,” she said.

    “I live a couple of houses down from you. If you ever need a place to stay come on down to my house,” I said to her. She smiled and ran into the house and waved. I couldn't help, but wave back. As I was walking away I could see him pulling her by the hair again.

    I wished I didn't have to leave her at that house, but she was staying with her boyfriend. I really hoped that I bumped into her again tomorrow.

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    I looked into the house and Father was sitting in a chair in front of the television. I don't know what he was waiting for. I knew he probably wasn't waiting for me. I knew that my father was never going to apologize. He looked up at me when I opened the door. Father stood up in a couple of seconds. I didn't even look at him.

    “Son, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to choke you. I don't know what came over me,” he said. I looked over at him with a shocked face. Father was never a person to apologize for what he does. He's always beaten me and never felt bad about it. Choking me is different to him.

    I didn't know what to say. I couldn't get a single word out. Father looked at me with a sad look in his eyes. I know that he was going to turn on me again tomorrow. He was going to get abusive towards me. It's all because Mother is going to get drunk again. Father is going to blame me for it. I know he is. He always does. Mother promises to stop drinking, but she lies...she still drinks.

    “Please say something, son. I know that I hurt you. I went to far...I should have never put my hands around your neck.”

    “Dad, you don't care about what happens to me. You don't care what you do to me. Why would you start caring now?” I asked anger was evident in my voice. It took my father aback. He didn't know what to say. 

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Pratik Mishra]

Brilliant what I read till now. :)

[Silent Wolf]

It did move a little bit fast, but it was nice. I like it so far, and I'd like to read more.

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Thank you for reading :)
I shall work on this again. I think I was stuck in the middle of chapter 3.

[Silent Wolf]

Ah. Yeah, writers block kind of sucks.

[Angie Diane♥♥]

Yes, yes it does.