Started From the Bottom Now I'm Here

Intro

I grab my little sister and hold her in my arms trying to comfort her. Her sobs filled the silent room as she tries to calm down from what just happened. My father is a drunk who accuses us of everything and anything that goes wrong. My little sister Labria is just six years old, but just got the world's worst beating for spilling milk while trying to drink it. My mother died five years ago in a plane crash trying to hurry home from a business trip in South Africa. Labria was only a year old so she doesn't fully understand what happened that night, but she is always paying the consequences of it from my dad.

"Cash I didn't mean to spill the milk. I promise I didn't mean to spill the milk," Labria's now bruised face is tears stained as she looks up at me. Her nose is running and she wipes her tears on my shirt.

"It is okay. Shhh I know. I know. Shhh you okay, your going to be okay." I rub her back trying to calm her down. This a daily routine. Labria will be trying to not mess up,but when she does our dad hits her till she is bleeding. It happens to me too, but only when I try to get in the middle of him hitting Labria. I take Labria's hand and lead her to our hideout when things go down like they are now. Our hideout is a storm cellar that only I have a key to.

"Stay down here and I'll deal with Dad." I tell Labria then close the cellar door. I head inside to clean up the milk mess,then my dad walked in.

"Cashela do you know where Labria is?" The hairs on the back of my neck stand up from my dad calling me by my full first name. I continue to mop up the milk and pretend I don't hear him.

" CASHELA!!! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!" He grabs my hair and pulls me to the floor. I pull out my pocket knife and hold it up to show him that I will cut him if it comes to it. He holds his hands up in surrender then calms down.

"Cashela I was just wondering if you know where Labria is. Calm down. I just need to know." He puts his hand on the scar on his face. The scar is from his bottom lip up to the bottom of his ear. I gave it to him. Last year he tried to hit me for being in the middle of him and Labria,but I pulled out the knife and scarred him for life.

I pull myself up and continue to mop the floor. "She went to a friend's house,and she is spending the night there. Why do you care,you and your drunk self are the reason she doesn't want to be home. You're pathetic and you disgust me!"I spat at him and walked out of the room. He won't touch me. He knows better then to touch me, especially knowing I have a knife still in my hand.