Free Beautifully Broken by Shayne Donovan Page B

I mumbled in rapid succession. “Why won’t I wake up?! Dammit!” I growled angrily as hot tears made paths down my dirt streaked cheeks.
                  I heard his footsteps clomping angrily, shaking the whole house. “Kelly!” He roared and I jumped, slamming my hands over my ears. “Kelly! Where the hell are you?” I knew she was hiding. She knew better than to stay out in the open after three empty bottles of tequila. Suddenly I wasn’t behind the couch anymore, I could hear my mother’s shaky breathing from directly next to me in the closet. Her hands were wringing themselves tightly as she tucked her way as far back beneath the clothes as she could. “Oh god…oh god… oh god” She whispered quietly. I already knew what happened. I had originally come home to find the after math but I sure in hell didn’t want to witness it firsthand. The stomping continued and was getting louder and louder.
                  My mother struggled to push herself deeper into the closet, whimpering as she did so. She screamed as the doors to the closet flew off their hinges and landed on the other side of the room. “Luke…please” She cried as my father reached in and gripped her hair pulling her out of the closet and throwing her hard against the wall. I stood up and ran to the other side of the room panic coursing through my body like wildfire through a dry forest. “You bitch!” My father growled angrily as he slammed my mother’s frail body brutally against the wall. When she finally collapsed on the floor in a sobbing mess I looked around at the walls, huge indents from where her body hit lined the paper thin walls.
                  He picked her up again, this time by her throat and shook her like a rag doll. My mother was a small woman and my father’s hands fit perfectly around her thin neck. “Where is she?!” He yelled loudly just inches from her face. “I-I don’t know.” She choked out. I was trembling so badly that I could barely stand up straight. I thought I was over this. I was over this fear and terror but as he stood before me, his eyes blazing with rage I knew I had just bottled it up temporarily. My father dropped my mother in a heap at his feet. After staring at her for a moment he began to kick her until she let out a ragged grunt. He picked her up, jerking her arm out of its socket and dragging her down the stairs. I had to follow, I had no choice, just like every dream before this one. In the living room he pulled out the meat cleaver and raised it above her head.
                  “No…no…no…” I whispered into my trembling hands. “I will ask you again Kelly. Answer wisely. Where the hell is that bitch of a daughter of yours? I want my god damn money.” Her eyes looked up filled with tears and her voice trembled when she spoke, “I don’t know Luke and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. You can go to hell.” She spit her blood down onto his shoe and glared up at him. His eyes turned dangerous and he brought the clever down onto her left shoulder, slicing through her skin and bone like butter. She let out a loud, piercing scream that I had to cover my ears for. “Tell me!!” He demanded and again she looked up, her chin quivering and her eyes hard. Another blow of the clever, this time to her rib cage. He was chopping at her like she was a damn tree and the entire time she took it.
                  After what seemed like hours but was in actuality only a few minutes she was cut up into pieces, the house reeking of the coppery scent of blood. Slowly my father turned, his hard angled face was covered in blood spatter and his furious eyes bore into me. His blood covered lips twisted into a devious smile as he studied me. Slowly he stalked towards me. Inches from my face he stopped. “I know where to find you. And don’t doubt that I will.” He threatened. Slowly the floor to the house turned to ash and flames licked up