A story about a girl and her abusive step-father// abuse kills. In my point of view.


Will You Pull The Trigger?

She and I were supposed to get married and have kids together. We were the best of friends, inseperable even in our diaper days. Her mom and dad were divorced and she saw her dad when he came from California every few weekends and in the summer. Now don't get me wrong, her father was an amazing man and loved her very much, but her mom didn't get along with him very much. She and I never thought much of it, but of course we concerned ourselves, at that time, with ripping the heads off of Barbie dolls and sticking them on G.I. Joe dolls. Yeah, we were ALITTLE odd.

On the year of sixth grade, her mother found a new husband. He always seemed so nice around me and her when her mother was around but when she left he would always order us around and treat us like slaves.

It ticked us off.

My best friend, Kalie, decided, being the rebel she was, to talk back to her dad. He slapped her. I tried to tell him off but I was scared. I helped her upstairs and she sat there planning her revenge. I tried to tell Kalie's mother, Helen, but she didn't listen. Jon, Kalie's step-father, was a total jerk. So, I soon stopped coming to Kalie's house. Instead, she came to mine. For the first couple of months, everything was fine. Until, that is, she started to miss school.

Not like Kalie.

One day that she was staying at my house, as she was changing I saw scratch marks, brusies, and welts on her back, stomach, and legs. I was shocked. At first I thought it was her boyfriend, Mark, but I knew him too well for him to do this. No. But who?

I asked her. She shook her head, but I pressed on till she started to cry. It was Jon. That bastard had hurt my best friend. I was not going to let this go unnoticed but she promised me not to tell and me, being the gullible person I am, I did as she said.

Until April 16, a cold rainy day, I found my best friend almost dead on her bathroom floor. I called the ambulance and police and my parents. They called Helen, who was at work. She called Jon. We sat in the hospital waiting room. I was the first one there, since I rode in the ambulance, then my parents, and then the police, questioning me. Then Helen and Jon walked into the room. My temper flared.

"You stupid bastard!! How could you do this to her?!" I screamed at him, my parents and Helen shocked. Jon stood there impassive as ever.

"What are you saying Carley?! Take that back right now and apologize." My father ordered but I shook my head and walked towards Jon.

"THIS MAN ALMOST KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!! I hope you rot in hell you fucker." Jon's face contorted in rage. Oh no, I knew and oops, I let the cat out of the bag. Jon slapped me across the face, mummbling, 'Stupid bitch.'

My dad jumped at Jon. "Don't. Touch. My. Daughter." My mom picked me up from the floor and stared at Helen.

"How could you be so ignorant and forget your own daughter?" My mom was blunt. Helen was speechless and embaressed. We took care of Kalie for three months till she was well enough to go to her father's home in California.

She lives there now. Happy, though scarred for life.



Short story by xEvilxAngelx
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 04:34

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