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October
Saturday
Weekend… anyone else would be excited. Being home all day around loved ones without a care in the world. I honestly prayed sometimes that my family was like that. Between mom doing everything in her power to ignore all the bad things that are happening and putting all her time into Manny, or dad and Rodrick screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, I don’t know what drives me crazier. Ever since their “fight” where dad just “happened” to bash a glass bottle against Rodrick’s head, the air became kind of awkward. Nobody wants to say the wrong thing. All of this just makes me wonder…Were they always like this? Was there a time that they both got along?
Before I could go down that rabbit hole the front door slam open. Rodrick opened the door and speed walked up stairs holding his side. Dad walked in after, keys jingling in his hand.
Dripping blood.
Mom popped her head around the corner from the kitchen where she was cooking dinner. She immediately made a bee line todad.
“Honey! How was the mall? Did you and Rodrick have fun?” she said as she wrapped my father in a hug (one he doesn’t deserve) and all he replied with was a low groan. Leaving the two lovebirds alone, I got the first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet and went upstairs. Following the small blood trial I reached the bathroom, where I found Rodrick washing and running water over his wound. It look like dad stabbed him with the car keys in his arm and side. Rodrick turned around to see me peeking outside the bathroom door. He glared at me
“What do you want” he said annoyed. I showed him the first aid kit, trying to say I was there to help.
“I don’t need your help, get the fuck out.” I still walked to the sink, opening the first aid kit and taking out bandages
“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF! I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP, MUCH LESS YOUR PITY”
. I flinched when he screamed at me but didn’t leave.
“I don’t care what you think Rodrick, I’m tired of watching you and dad fight and not able to do anything to help. If you don’t take care of that wound properly it could get infected”
He stared at me for a second before letting out a long sigh.
“fine”. I began to disinfect the wound. We sat in silence while I was bandaging him up, when I was done he put back on his shirt and pat my head
“you don’t have to do stuff like this” he than ruffled on my hair while pushing my head back.
“I don’t need your pity…shithead” he said as he left the bathroom, I guess that’s his way of saying thank you. I cleaned up then went down for dinner where everyone was already sitting. Dinner was more quiet than usual, only mom was making an effort to start a conversation. After dinner I just took a shower and went to bed, I just wanted the weekend to be over with so I can go back to school.
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I heard my door creak open, waking me from my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes, let them adjust to the dark to see what caused the noise.
“Dad?’ I made out the silhouette of my dad, I looked at my alarm clock to see that it was only a few mins passed twelve in the morning. He came closer and sat at the edge of my bed, now that I can see him better I see that he was still in his pajamas, so that mean he was going to work yet.
“What is it dad? It’s so early” I laid on my back to face him.
“I needed to talk to you Greg, It couldn’t wait till morning” he looked serious so I hummed to assure him I was listening
“I know I haven’t been the best role model, with me and your brother fighting all the time, and I have done some stuff that I regret doing in front of you kids. I just wanted to know...”
He placed he hand on my thigh. I froze up at the touch but didn’t move.
“Do you hate me?” he asked. It took me a second to process the question
“n-no, no I don’t hate you dad, I-I could never” I said what I know he wanted to hear. He smirked before rubbing my thigh.
“You know, I wish your brother was like you” his hand creeped higher
“So calm” higher
“Quiet” higher
“And obedient” I grabbed his hand before it could touch somewhere it shouldn’t
“What are you-“before I could finish dad grabbed my hand and in one fast motion he was over me, pinning my wrist together with one hand.
“You always were my favorite Greg” he grinded his hip against mine. All the blood drained from my face making me pale.
“Dad! What- STOP” his hand went to my throat, his grip tight.
“You make a fucking sound and I’ll kill you right here” I couldn’t even stutter out a word, blank spots were dancing in my vision. He released his grip and I gasped for air and began coughing. Flipped me on my stomach and pressed my face into the pillows to make sure I couldn’t be heard. He pulled my pants down and I felt some rub between my cheeks. I began to squirm under but he over powered me by a lot. Before I knew pushed inside me, I felt skin tearing and a horrible sensation. He started thrusting in and out despite the resistance. I scream but they weren’t heard, I couldn’t breathe, I felt dizzy, I felt… helpless.
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I passed out sometime during the whole thing. When I woke up my whole body was sore. I sat up in my bed and immediately regretted it, the pain was unbearable. I slowly stand up and felt something trickle down my leg. I looked down..
Blood.
I looked at my bed and moved my blanket. My white sheets stained red.
“What the fuck, what the fuck” I began repeating those word in my quietly over and over again. I was confused and didn’t know what to do. Should I tell someone and if so who should I tell?
Mom.