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Date Posted: 23:13:09 11/28/05 Mon *He awoke with a start, his small hands clutching to the ratted blanket to his chest. Sometime during the night, he had tangled himself up into it, trying to gain as much warmth as possible from it. Now it was just proving a nuisance as he struggled to get himself into a sitting position with out jostling the bed to much. He blinked a few times, the sound of yelling had torn into the peacefulness oblivion offered. Sleep was the only time he had of peace, but it seemed that not even that was ever sacred in this house. He had gone to bed late, about 12:30 AM, he wasn’t sure what time it was now, but it didn’t feel like he gotten that much sleep, before he was torn awake. He was a light sleeper, small things could wake him up, so the yells had easily torn him from his own slumber, so now he sat quietly, in the darkness of the room, the only light being the hint of moonlight that managed to slither through the closed window. This was nothing new, he was used to being woken up by yelling, and screaming, and the sound of blows being exchanged, well more like being delivered. Normally he could ignore it, drown it out, and go back to bed, but not today, some reason today it just didn’t seem ‘normal’ they were angrier, louder as the filtered up through the ceiling reaching his bed. His gaze snapped towards the mattress in the corner of the room, it was still neat, the ‘bed made’ she hadn’t been up to bed yet… His grip on the covers finally loosened, as he let them drop around his waist, his hands cautiously moving to cover his ears, to try and block the sounds from below. A new sound had been added to them, sobbing, and that alone got to him, chilled him to the bone. He had never once, in all the times he had been woken up heard that.. and that scared him. He clutched his hands over his ears, his form rocking, it was done in an attempt to comfort himself, as his own racing heart now joined with the blows and screams from the ‘one sided argument’ that was happening a story below him. He was still trying to ignore it, as his own voice broke into the silence of the room as he mumbled quietly, more to help drawn out the sounds, and out of desperation then anything. His words were short, and pleading, just a simple “enough, please enough” as he said it over and over again. It was the sound of wood shattering, under a heavy object that finally brought him to his feet. He wasn’t even sure how it happened, one second he was in the bed, the next he was standing next to it, shaking with the covers once more clutched to his chest. His breaths continued to come in quick gasps, a shudder running down his spine, as the yells grew louder, drowning out the pitiful cries. Blankets dropping suddenly around his feet, it no longer clutched between his hands, he stood shivering in nothing but a pair of boxers. It was still early in the year, early April to be exact, so the weather outside was still sporadic, it was warm someday, cold enough to snow the next. It was an especially cold night today, and he was freezing in his minimal clothing. But this was a fact he really didn’t care for, he had more important things on his mind. Shifting forward, finally, convincing himself he needed to move, he rushed down the stairs as quickly as he could go quietly. The house wasn’t large, it was two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen, that was it, but the attic was later transformed, despite it lacking heat, and proper lighting into the kids bedroom. It was a small cramped room, made for storage, and not living. The stairs that led up to it were old rotting ,and rickety so rushing down it, wasn’t really going that fast. They lead down to the hallway, if you turned right you went to the end of the hall that held the bathroom, on either side on the wall right across from the stairs was the first bedroom, which was his father’s. It was a small room, not big enough for the big man, but he took it since his wife had that kind of personality, she got what she wanted. The door was left ajar, which wasn’t very common occurrence, the bed was messy, as if used, a bottle of some open alcoholic beverage was left unattended on the nightstand. The next room you came to was his mothers, it was a bigger room, still not huge but more fit for the large man, but the woman that used it was small petite. She wanted the bigger room, so she got it, he personally didn’t give it much thought, he never got to see the rooms really, this was a rare occurrence. Her door too was left open, her bed was neater, but not by much, and like her husband, an open bottle of something was left. The next room was the living room, and through there was the Kitchen. He have to go through it to get a drink, which was suddenly his reason for coming down. He moved quietly now, his bare-feet padding quietly over the wooden floor, his gaze lowered now, looking where he was going as he moved carefully over the ground, missing whatever the hell was left lying around. He stood still now, his back pressed to the wall, around the corner was the living. He shivered quietly, the house was no warmer then the attic, the heat had been turned off a week earlier, a few days after the electricity followed. Notices of unpaid pills were coming in, no one seemed to care. wrapping his arms around himself, he wished he put on sweats, but nothing he had was clean. Can’t do laundry, since they didn’t have water or anything to help do the job, still he should have grabbed something dirty.. But he didn’t have pajamas, the only pair that had been wearable (not covered in blood) were in shreds somewhere, from the previous night. He took a deep breath, it shaking as he did so, before he tuned to make his way through the living room his back pressed to the wall as he moved…. He wasn’t noticed, by some grace of god he wasn’t noticed, he turned now, slowly he was pressing his back to the doorway, trying to flatten himself against it so he couldn’t be seen. He came down to make sure ‘everything was alright’… that was his real reason. A drink… a good excuse though it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t supposed to be out of his room, not at this time. He slowly allowed his gaze to lift, looking up slowly, blue eyes cold, despite his obvious fear. Though he was used to this, he wasn’t expecting what he saw. He stumbled back a bit, a soft sound escaping him, as he fought back the gag. He felt like he was going to be sick… now what had ‘she done?’ Though he knew, she didn’t do anything, he had… this was his fault. He stiffened, his father still didn’t notice him, to preoccupied by his sister his mother… didn’t seem to care about anything but her drink. She had another opened bottle of alcohol clutched in her hand. His father looked like he had one, though the bottle was now shattered against the wall. There was always alcohol everywhere in the house. He knew the names of the hard liquor before he knew his own name. He closed his eyes now, though by now it was to late, he saw his sister, and every blow racked through him…* “STOP! LEAVE HER ALONE!” *the words escaped him before he even knew he thought them, the distraction was enough for the moment, his father turned only beiefly towards him, but instead his mother, for once seeming to work with her husband, got up to care for the ‘new nuisance’. A soft choked sound escaped him, as he stumbled back a bit, though it was no use, how does one his size escape a full sized woman? Even if they were small woman, he was even smaller. He let out a choked down, a hand coming up to cover his face, but his mother’s steely grip on his arm, stopped it, as her other hand met his face, sending him stumbling back, and onto his but. He took that advantage backing him self up to cower quietly under the table, she lucky for him, to drunk to try and fish him out. So he staid there, waiting for her to ‘give up’ on him, and when she eventually stumbled back to the scene in the living room he scurried out, grabbing the telephone, but once more he gained her attention, and she was back, angrier then before. He stumbled away from her, trying too at least, hoping to god the phone worked, despite their lack of electricity, and all that crap. They had a cord though, and those usually worked with out the help of electricity, but it made things complicated. Another blow was aimed at him, this time it hitting the side of his head, causing him to fall backwards once more, she looked small, but she was strong, and could do some nasty damage to someone his size. His head hit the back of the table as once more he went down, his ears rang but it put him in the position to slide under the table, the phone clutched in his hand, though he made no effort to call. She be to drunk to yank it off the wall, if he didn’t give her the reason to do it. But, if he tried to call, she would think of it. So he had no choice but to wait, and wait he did, until once more she stumbled away, this time to get herself probably more of the poison she was killing herself with. He quickly dialed 911… fighting back the tears that burned his eyes. As he pressed the phone to his ear, the sound of the typical “911 emergency” or whatever it is, he wasn’t so sure, he wasn’t paying attention. He relayed the needed information, what was going on, his address, that he wanted, no needed them to come with no sirens on. There was more babble in there, but it was impossible to understand at the moment, he wasn’t making sense. But the operator managed to gain what she needed from him, and tried to keep him on the phone, but he refused hanging up. his father by now was passed out, his mother had passed out earlier, both in their own drunken stupor… so he slowly crawled out of his hiding place, rushing forward to the living room... to try and help his sister. There were no sirens to announce their presence, they did as he asked, and came silently. The hadn’t knocked, instead they just busted down the door, none of his startled him though. He seemed to out of it, as if he didn’t know what was going on, then everything seemed to happen at once. He was ripped from his sister’s side, he had made some half hearted comment, that she wasn’t moving, and wouldn’t respond to him, but he not quite sure what he was saying. He wasn’t thinking, he couldn’t think. It was like he was watching this from afar, as if he wasn’t part of it. He felt hands on his shoulders, one of the paramedics was talking to him. They had a stern voice, and it manage to pull some sense into him.* “Kid…KID!... we need to clean you up… Son? We need to figure out the extent of your wounds…” *He looked up at the guy, shaking his head a few times, the movement seemed halfhearted as if he had no idea what was going on, he didn’t try and break free of the grip though, it was probably the only thing holding him up at the moment, he felt nauseous, he wasn’t sure if it was because of how hard he hit his head, what just happened, or both of them combined, he guessed the latter.* “I’m fine” *he wanted to insist that they hepp her, they had to worry about his sister. She wasn’t moving, it was her blood that was covering him, her blood that stained the rug… hers… that thought did it. He doubled over, throwing up what little he had to eat, then dry heaves came… followed by the tears. The paramedic that was holding him, didn’t freak, as Kade had expected instead, he just mumbled things to him, rubbing his back, before he was slowly moved out of the room, and the house, as a blanket was rushed to wrap around his form. The cold air brought him ‘back to life’ though, as he struggle managing to break free of the grasp of the cop… they said she was dead… she couldn’t be dead… she just couldn’t be. He rushed forward, back into the door slamming face to face with his handcuffed father. He backed up, eyes widening, as the man didn’t miss a beat, growing out something in Polish towards him. it was a threat, if he ever got out, he would come after him, kill him and anyone he cares for. He flattened himself against the wall, letting the man be led out, followed closely by his mother. the cop he just escaped from grabbed him once more, pulling him away from his parents as the two were led down to the police cars. He hugged the blanket to his chest now, though he was still shivering as he watched his parents being locked away, emptily. He had a cop at either side of him now, both gripping him by the arms, as if they were supporting him, or holding him back, or possibly both. He could hear voices, they were talking to him. that stern voice was there, calling him son again… but it didn’t register this time… then something seemed to burst alive in him once more, as he shifted his weight twisting himself, around and yanking violently from their grip. With a sudden burst of energy he bolted in side, through the living room, down the hall and up the stairs, the cops were behind him but the steps stopped them, they weren’t so sure if it would hold them, and before they had time to assess the situation, he disappeared into it slamming the door behind him, and slid a chair, the only chair that was in the room into place, jamming the door closed. Screaming echoed through the room, as he moved silently towards the bed he left what felt like forever ago. A small infant laid there, small limbs reaching out, as it whaled. He let out a soft shushing noise, the common, plus it being past feeding time upsetting the small baby. He lifted it carefully, hugging it to his chest. His gaze snapped upwards, as shouting and pounding on the door caught his attention, and caused him to back up to the corner of the room, his form hitting the wall with a grunt. Sliding into a sitting posisiton he cradled the 3 month old on his lap, rocking it silently. He was clutching it tightly though, not enough to hurt or harm it, but needing it for comfort as much as it needed him. still the infant’s cries rose, as if it felt the fear and desperation in the older male that was now holding it. He jerked away suddenly, a breath being rushed into his lungs as someone’s hand reached out to push his shoulder. The darkness faded, the babies cries disappearing as he slowly blinking, his focus returning to the present, and the plane that was currently sitting in. His gaze slowly moved towards the person who touched him, his heart rate still speeding. Sweat covered his body, but he tried to act clam and relaxed as the small timid voice broke through to him* ”… you alright… you looked…upset” *He sighed, shifting in the small sat of the plane, his form fidgeting as he tried to get comfortable, he made no attempt to answer not at first at least. Instead he focused on the clouds out the window, his legs being drawn up into the seat with him…the dream had been so vivid…damn it... he didn’t need that… he lived it once, he didn’t need to live it again. He jumped as once more a hand was rested on his shoulder reminding him he was asked something, and the fact [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |