The Demons Within Me
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Adult +
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Part 22
Author's Note: To all those who stayed up specifically to read this!! XD to those who tried but couldn't XD to those who just happened to be on and gave a happy jump/smiled at an update XD
Thank you all. Thank you all for reading. I still have more chapters in the making so don't think this is over.
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We slept comfortably together, within the others arms and oblivious to the world outside our own happiness. That was until I heard the pounding on the door again. I groaned and shifted closer to Amanda, not wanting my bubble to be penetrated just yet. The pounding got louder and I heard a loud crack and shot up. Amanda woke up as I moved and was watching me curiously as my father’s voice began shouting through the house.
“Where the fuck is my daughter you whore!!??” a soft thudding noise passed my room and an exasperated noise as I could almost see Melinda putting her hands on her hips.
“What is your problem Richard. Do you want me to charge you with breaking and entering?”
“Where the fuck is my daughter?!” he slurred again.
“Oh, she’s your daughter now, I thought she had always been a form of punching-bag to you.” she retorted moving, I think, a bit down the stairs. I shared a panicked look with Amanda at the thought of Melinda moving within arms reach of my father. Both of us moved to the door to keep the two of them within earshot (well more Melinda than my dad since he was doing a good jib of being audible) “Why are you so concerned for her now?” I rolled my eyes as he said something that I couldn’t understand. I moved to open the door but Amanda stopped me.
“We don’t know what he’d do if he saw you here.” she hissed
“We don’t know what he’d do if he saw me together with you…” I replied in a low whisper. “But I want to hear them. If he hurts her…” Amanda scoffed softly.
“If he hurts her I think he’d have the entire straight male population and most of the lesbian population of our school aiming to make sure his life is more than a living hell.” she replied easily “I want to make sure nothing happens to you.” I sighed and slumped on the door, opening it a crack, but no more.
“I would have thought your constant bruising and overall destruction of her being would have caused the neighbors to notice the extend of the disrepair of your household before one of you children magically disappeared.” the sarcasm in her voice made the two of us smile. He said something else then shouted
“Lemme see that child of mine, whore.”
“Please Mr. Roberts, now is not the time for names to be slung unless it is truth you speak.” she had her principal voice on now and we had to restrain our laughter at how she was dealing with him.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you, yuh fucking whore! Child molester!” a slight rage came up within me as he continued “I wouldn’t let you near my children with all your fucking habits.”
“Now you are just speculating. I’m surprised that the ignorance and blatant lack of decorum you have has gotten you so far in the world of work you seem to be prospering within thus far.”
“Such big words Mel, are you sure he can understand you?” I muttered opening the door a crack more, trying to peek to see her. Amanda chuckled behind me as I heard some more movement.
“Leave.”
“Not before I get my daughter back.”
“Leave, now.” I heard another movement and my heart leapt in my throat. “Damn it Richard, your daughter does not want to live with you and is not safe with you, do you honestly think I would let one of my students stay in an abusive home, far less my cousin?”
“I’m not abusive. I just want my daughter back!” I could hear the slur in his voice from here.
“Not abusive?! Then explain to me how those bruises got on her the other day?”
“She got in a fight from school… then slipped down the stairs.” I rolled my eyes and felt Amanda’s hand on my shoulder.
“That’s your official statement.”
“Who would believe her?” I could picture the menace on his face “She’s just a child who wants to get me in jail…”
“Get out of my house, you lying drunkard.”
“Now look who’s calling who names.”
“Amanda, if we don’t do something soon he’s just going to find a way to get up here.” I whispered glancing back at her.
“Does she have an upstairs phone anywhere?” I thought about it a bit
“I think she has one in her room…” I replied pushing the door open quietly and dashing to her room with Amanda at my heels. It was the first time I’d ever actually gone in there, but I was so focused on locating the phone I didn’t bother to take my time to look around. It was standing on the side table next to her bed, I grabbed it, and without thinking to hard dialed 911 and went outside putting the phone to my ear. As I reached the hallway I saw my father standing at the top stair with Melinda behind him grabbing at his neck.
“The fuck are you doing girl?” he demanded as the operators’ voice came up
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“There’s an intruder in the house and he’s threatening to hurt me and my cousin.” I said backing away from his advancing form.
“The FUCK are you DOING GIRL!!” my back hit the wall and the operator apparently, hearing the distress on the line simply said
“Do not disconnect the call, we’ll send help as soon as we can.” and a beeping noise invaded my ear as Melinda did her best to hold him back. His eyes were wild as he pushed out his full height and width at the same time pushing Melinda off of him and slamming her into the wall before he barreled towards me.
I had to start timing his movements, his fist connected with the wall leaving a slight indentation in the plaster and I cast a glance to Melinda. ‘Son of a bitch.’ I thought as I noticed she wasn’t moving. I turned my attention back to him in time to dodge another swing of his meat-like hands.
“Stay still!”
“So you can hit me, not a chance.” I gushed as I slipped under him again. He let out a crazed roar as I passed by Melinda’s door again and saw Amanda peeking out. He lumbered towards me again and tried to land a wild hit, punching the wall to my right, exposing his back to Amanda and shaking one of the pictures loose. As it fell, Amanda jumped on his back and slammed a open palm slap on his ear and jumped off as he got disoriented. He shook his head as though he had water in it and regained his focus on me once more.
“Doesn’t he ever go down?” Amanda asked looking at me worriedly as I dodged another hit and shook my head.
“He’s like The Hulk.” I joked sweeping him so that he landed with a thud on the floor and jumped over him to go to her. “Every time you hit him it’s like he just get’s stronger.”
“How do you beat him?” she was watching him as he got up again. I turned back to him, my smile gone.
“I don’t he beats me usually, or gets too tired to move and passes out… but he has to be a bit more drunk to get to the passing out stage earlier.”
“So what are the chances of us getting beaten before the cops get here?” she asked moving away from him as he shook off the fall.
“You, I doubt you’ll get hurt at all… me… my chances aren’t so good.” he turned again and his focus again zeroed in on me, his eyes almost seem to emanate the hate he felt as he lumbered towards me yet again.
“Filthy slut.” he swung a hit that I managed to dodge, and connected with his foot as he threw me forcibly into the opposing wall.
More shaking plaster,
More pictures falling,
More glass breaking. I groaned in pain as I tried to get up to move out of the way as the next hit was about to connect. ‘Damn it.’ I groaned as the hit collided with my back and I forced myself to roll seeing Amanda now trying to hold him back. I really don’t know how I always become his supreme focus whenever he loses his mind like that… and sometimes I wish I did…
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The police came shortly after and held managed to subdue him enough to carry him to the squad car while one of the paramedics revived Melinda and tended to my now forming bruises.
“You have a few fractures here.” the paramedic told me as she pressed lightly on the swollen flesh of my rib. I winced and groaned inwardly thinking, ‘That had just healed’
“Have you ever been hurt before?” She asked suddenly as she passed her hand over some of the skin that was blistered weeks ago.
“A few times here and there.” I noticed a shadow over me and looked up to see an officer looking at me sternly
“By him?” he asked and I nodded slowly, weighing the consequences of my movement. He jotted down something in his notepad and walked off. The paramedics, seeing that there was no severe damage done, left me with some pain-killers and bandages advising us to come in in case anything develops and to call if Melinda felt out of sorts, giving me a list of symptoms to watch out for in case of a concussion. I nodded, taking it all in, remembering the times I had to check for them myself and smiled as they left…
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Later that day, Melinda managed to somehow get a carpenter to fix the door my dad had busted down, reinforcing the frame and door itself with a sturdier wood while I stayed in bed with an icepack on my ribs to try and keep down the swelling.
“You know, I think it’s weird how he focused on you so much.” Amanda said at the foot of the bed. “It was like he was possessed or something.” I sighed
“I ask myself that sometimes too.” I looked down at my feet and sighed again.
“Hey,” she moved from where she was and sat next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” she placed a light kiss on my cheek and hugged me.
“Yeah…”
Thank you all. Thank you all for reading. I still have more chapters in the making so don't think this is over.
As always, read rate review!! XD
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We slept comfortably together, within the others arms and oblivious to the world outside our own happiness. That was until I heard the pounding on the door again. I groaned and shifted closer to Amanda, not wanting my bubble to be penetrated just yet. The pounding got louder and I heard a loud crack and shot up. Amanda woke up as I moved and was watching me curiously as my father’s voice began shouting through the house.
“Where the fuck is my daughter you whore!!??” a soft thudding noise passed my room and an exasperated noise as I could almost see Melinda putting her hands on her hips.
“What is your problem Richard. Do you want me to charge you with breaking and entering?”
“Where the fuck is my daughter?!” he slurred again.
“Oh, she’s your daughter now, I thought she had always been a form of punching-bag to you.” she retorted moving, I think, a bit down the stairs. I shared a panicked look with Amanda at the thought of Melinda moving within arms reach of my father. Both of us moved to the door to keep the two of them within earshot (well more Melinda than my dad since he was doing a good jib of being audible) “Why are you so concerned for her now?” I rolled my eyes as he said something that I couldn’t understand. I moved to open the door but Amanda stopped me.
“We don’t know what he’d do if he saw you here.” she hissed
“We don’t know what he’d do if he saw me together with you…” I replied in a low whisper. “But I want to hear them. If he hurts her…” Amanda scoffed softly.
“If he hurts her I think he’d have the entire straight male population and most of the lesbian population of our school aiming to make sure his life is more than a living hell.” she replied easily “I want to make sure nothing happens to you.” I sighed and slumped on the door, opening it a crack, but no more.
“I would have thought your constant bruising and overall destruction of her being would have caused the neighbors to notice the extend of the disrepair of your household before one of you children magically disappeared.” the sarcasm in her voice made the two of us smile. He said something else then shouted
“Lemme see that child of mine, whore.”
“Please Mr. Roberts, now is not the time for names to be slung unless it is truth you speak.” she had her principal voice on now and we had to restrain our laughter at how she was dealing with him.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you, yuh fucking whore! Child molester!” a slight rage came up within me as he continued “I wouldn’t let you near my children with all your fucking habits.”
“Now you are just speculating. I’m surprised that the ignorance and blatant lack of decorum you have has gotten you so far in the world of work you seem to be prospering within thus far.”
“Such big words Mel, are you sure he can understand you?” I muttered opening the door a crack more, trying to peek to see her. Amanda chuckled behind me as I heard some more movement.
“Leave.”
“Not before I get my daughter back.”
“Leave, now.” I heard another movement and my heart leapt in my throat. “Damn it Richard, your daughter does not want to live with you and is not safe with you, do you honestly think I would let one of my students stay in an abusive home, far less my cousin?”
“I’m not abusive. I just want my daughter back!” I could hear the slur in his voice from here.
“Not abusive?! Then explain to me how those bruises got on her the other day?”
“She got in a fight from school… then slipped down the stairs.” I rolled my eyes and felt Amanda’s hand on my shoulder.
“That’s your official statement.”
“Who would believe her?” I could picture the menace on his face “She’s just a child who wants to get me in jail…”
“Get out of my house, you lying drunkard.”
“Now look who’s calling who names.”
“Amanda, if we don’t do something soon he’s just going to find a way to get up here.” I whispered glancing back at her.
“Does she have an upstairs phone anywhere?” I thought about it a bit
“I think she has one in her room…” I replied pushing the door open quietly and dashing to her room with Amanda at my heels. It was the first time I’d ever actually gone in there, but I was so focused on locating the phone I didn’t bother to take my time to look around. It was standing on the side table next to her bed, I grabbed it, and without thinking to hard dialed 911 and went outside putting the phone to my ear. As I reached the hallway I saw my father standing at the top stair with Melinda behind him grabbing at his neck.
“The fuck are you doing girl?” he demanded as the operators’ voice came up
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“There’s an intruder in the house and he’s threatening to hurt me and my cousin.” I said backing away from his advancing form.
“The FUCK are you DOING GIRL!!” my back hit the wall and the operator apparently, hearing the distress on the line simply said
“Do not disconnect the call, we’ll send help as soon as we can.” and a beeping noise invaded my ear as Melinda did her best to hold him back. His eyes were wild as he pushed out his full height and width at the same time pushing Melinda off of him and slamming her into the wall before he barreled towards me.
I had to start timing his movements, his fist connected with the wall leaving a slight indentation in the plaster and I cast a glance to Melinda. ‘Son of a bitch.’ I thought as I noticed she wasn’t moving. I turned my attention back to him in time to dodge another swing of his meat-like hands.
“Stay still!”
“So you can hit me, not a chance.” I gushed as I slipped under him again. He let out a crazed roar as I passed by Melinda’s door again and saw Amanda peeking out. He lumbered towards me again and tried to land a wild hit, punching the wall to my right, exposing his back to Amanda and shaking one of the pictures loose. As it fell, Amanda jumped on his back and slammed a open palm slap on his ear and jumped off as he got disoriented. He shook his head as though he had water in it and regained his focus on me once more.
“Doesn’t he ever go down?” Amanda asked looking at me worriedly as I dodged another hit and shook my head.
“He’s like The Hulk.” I joked sweeping him so that he landed with a thud on the floor and jumped over him to go to her. “Every time you hit him it’s like he just get’s stronger.”
“How do you beat him?” she was watching him as he got up again. I turned back to him, my smile gone.
“I don’t he beats me usually, or gets too tired to move and passes out… but he has to be a bit more drunk to get to the passing out stage earlier.”
“So what are the chances of us getting beaten before the cops get here?” she asked moving away from him as he shook off the fall.
“You, I doubt you’ll get hurt at all… me… my chances aren’t so good.” he turned again and his focus again zeroed in on me, his eyes almost seem to emanate the hate he felt as he lumbered towards me yet again.
“Filthy slut.” he swung a hit that I managed to dodge, and connected with his foot as he threw me forcibly into the opposing wall.
More shaking plaster,
More pictures falling,
More glass breaking. I groaned in pain as I tried to get up to move out of the way as the next hit was about to connect. ‘Damn it.’ I groaned as the hit collided with my back and I forced myself to roll seeing Amanda now trying to hold him back. I really don’t know how I always become his supreme focus whenever he loses his mind like that… and sometimes I wish I did…
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The police came shortly after and held managed to subdue him enough to carry him to the squad car while one of the paramedics revived Melinda and tended to my now forming bruises.
“You have a few fractures here.” the paramedic told me as she pressed lightly on the swollen flesh of my rib. I winced and groaned inwardly thinking, ‘That had just healed’
“Have you ever been hurt before?” She asked suddenly as she passed her hand over some of the skin that was blistered weeks ago.
“A few times here and there.” I noticed a shadow over me and looked up to see an officer looking at me sternly
“By him?” he asked and I nodded slowly, weighing the consequences of my movement. He jotted down something in his notepad and walked off. The paramedics, seeing that there was no severe damage done, left me with some pain-killers and bandages advising us to come in in case anything develops and to call if Melinda felt out of sorts, giving me a list of symptoms to watch out for in case of a concussion. I nodded, taking it all in, remembering the times I had to check for them myself and smiled as they left…
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Later that day, Melinda managed to somehow get a carpenter to fix the door my dad had busted down, reinforcing the frame and door itself with a sturdier wood while I stayed in bed with an icepack on my ribs to try and keep down the swelling.
“You know, I think it’s weird how he focused on you so much.” Amanda said at the foot of the bed. “It was like he was possessed or something.” I sighed
“I ask myself that sometimes too.” I looked down at my feet and sighed again.
“Hey,” she moved from where she was and sat next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” she placed a light kiss on my cheek and hugged me.
“Yeah…”