Hidden

The Truth

        I went inside and saw my dad sleeping on the couch which is no surprise, I tried make very little noise hoping he wouldn't hear me but my god I was thirsty. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass which looked like it hasn't been washed in years I looked for the water jug and of course it was gone I walked over to the sink and pulled the handle the water came out kind off lumpy and brown you've got to be kidding me. I ran up stairs and opened my door it felt like forever since I've been in this room the walls were still painted a turquoise with a queen bed sitting against the wall. I smiled faintly remembering the way my mother painted this room I swear she chose twenty different colors just to make me happy I was a picky  seven year old. It hurt inside knowing my mom and dad got along... Once upon a time.

"Alex are you home?" my dad yelled

"Yeah I'm up in my room would you like to see what Aunt Rosie bought me?" I  asked rather generously hoping to get on his good side.

"No its probably crap anyway." He said

        I went down stairs and went behind my dad I was  planning on talking to him in a friendly manner but I  couldn't it just spilled out all five years just spilled out.

"You know what dad or should I call you Carl? It has been five years, five years I've been living in this god damn hell hole and you still haven't learned to respect me. When will you learn? I come home every day in the fear I came to live with you because I thought you would be different but hell dad look at you, you're a hopeless drunk who is going no where in life." I step back knowing he'll hit me, so much for staying on his good side.

        He finally turns around and puts a hand up I crouch on my  right side he already screwed up the left. I  feel a slap on my cheek, I stay crouched  a good five minutes just to make sure Im  not going to get hit again. I  turn around and see my dad towering over me  with a can of beer.

"Don't you ever tell me how to raise a kid you're mother may have carried you around for nine months but you decided to live me with me, my house my rules and if you cant obey them then I suggest you get the hell out of my house." He was pointing a finger at the door

"Fine!" I sat up and went up stairs and put all of my stuff in a bag

        I ran down the stairs trying my best to avoid my dad, I was half way out the door when a hand jerked me back inside and slammed the door. I closed my eyes not wanting to face the man I call my father. It  took so much energy out of me to tell him how I felt hoping he would understand the pain he puts me through all the agony and hell but instead I'm getting put through the hurt once again.

"You will never disobey me again, you understand?" He said pushing  me against the door

"Yes, I understand." I  cried

"Now get your ass too room and don't come out until I say!" he exclaimed

"Does that mean you're going to leave me in there for another three days?" I asked

"Are you talking back?" He yelled

        I took a deep stare at him and ran up stairs my vision became blurry from all the tears. How could he hit his own flesh and blood, parents are supposed to care and nurture you but not him if anything he was a monster. I could feel him getting closer, the hall felt as long as one of those hotel rugs. I progressed in my speed and finally opened the door to my room. I shut the door but remembered he had took the lock off a few months ago, I hid in the corner of my room I know its not the best but it could keep me safe for a little while.

"Alex, sweetie please come out daddy wont hurt you." He stated very faintly 

        I knew he was looking around for me but what was the point of coming out, he was just going to hurt me again. I stayed in the corner and heard a crashing sound, he broke my lamp the only piece I had left of my mom she had took all her belongings when she left except that lamp. I was scared to come out so I stayed hidden for a while, runnunig away sounded nice right now.

        I peeked my head out and stared for a while just to make sure he was gone. I came out of my hiding spot and stepped inside my bathroom it was clear I took a breath and sat on my bed another night of heartache and fear. I put my pajamas on and remembered I only have two more days with his ass and then I go to a brand new school with brand new people.