Sally

With each step I took closer to the house, the more I am filled with dread. What does he want this time? Is he drunk? Is he going to hurt us?

I stop asking myself questions and opened the door to my house. Once I came in, I heard glass shattering on the floor and shouting. I ran to the kitchen.

"Mom, are you ok?" I yelled, my hands visibly shaking.

When I came into the kitchen, my mom was at the stove with eggs in her hands. She didn't look at me, but down at the floor. Her body trembled.

"Your useless mother didn't prepare any food for me when I got home?" My father bellowed.

I feel my insides boil, my jaw started to get sore from clenching. Of course she didn't cook him anything, he doesn't ever come home unless he needed something. To keep me from saying anything, I bit my tongue so hard that I get a metallic taste in my mouth.

I watch my mom crack the eggs; her hands shook so violently that she missed the pan.

"You clumsy and incompetent woman! This is why I left you! You couldn't do anything right and still can't!" my father screamed.

My insides reached the highest of boiling point. How could he speak to my mother like that? It was him; he was the one who left because he thought drugs, hook ups, and the mistress were better than his own family. I quickly went up to my mom grabbing the pan from her.

"I will cook the eggs," I say, trying to sound confident even though my hands were trembling.

I carefully cracked the egg open into the pan and turn the stove on. I glare at my father with hatred.

"So, Jared, what brings you back? Is Mistress mad at you again?"

My father sneers and grabs my arms. He gets close to my face to speak.

"That is none of your business you pathetic, disrespectful bitch!" He roared.

I grip the handle of the pan and spatula as tightly as I could. He spoke more profanities at my mother with his teeth clenched. My mom was terrified. But tried to keep her composure. She opened the cupboard to get a plate for his eggs. But her fear overcame her too much, with her hands shaking, she dropped the plate. My father became furious. But before he could get after my mom, I took the pan and threw the contents of it on him. The hot oil and eggs got onto his skin, and he roared in pain.

"YOU-YOU- he said pointing a finger at me breathing heavily. I closed my eyes ready for him to do something to me. He quickly grabbed a towel and put cold water on it. He put it his neck. His dark eyes, filled with evil, glared at me with such hatred.

"I will be back, and you both will pay for this!" He screamed. I close my eyes when he yelled. Terrified that he would give a lot of damage to my body. But nothing happened.

I hear his heavy footsteps walk away and the front door slamming closed. When I hear his car drive away, I took a deep breath, but yet I wasn't relieved. He had caused so much damage to us for years. I look up at my mother. I see a big purple bruise on her cheek. I go up to her and give her a hug.

"Don't worry, I won't let him get to you again," I say.

She hugs me back, "He won't come back for a while, once he does again, I really don't want you to get involved."

I shake my head, "No, we will both be together when he is here. I will not let him near you by yourself."

I need to protect her and myself from his rages. I had to endure his wrath for the most of my life. Ever since my mother carried me in her womb, refusing to give me up, he started to grow angry. Because apparently, she didn't support his music "career" enough. When he found someone that would support him, he decided to live with her. Singing at bars, getting drunk, and hooking up. But only comes back with threats when he is in need of money. Or when the mistress kicks him out because she is having her own hook up.

I hug my mother like my life depended on it. It hurt to be hated by my own father. So does being hated by the whole school. But someday I will leave those behind and be with the ones I loved and that loved me. My mom, my best friend Charlie, and my boyfriend Max.

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Max

I walked in the front door to my house. My mom had her arms crossed and leaning her back against the wall.

"You're home pretty late, care to share why?" My mom asks.

"Practice and studying," I answer quickly. I wasn't in any mood to speak to her. I try to get to the stairs to get away from her, but she grabbed my right arm.

"Max, it's been so long since we talked. With school and practice taking most of your time, you are hardly home. When you do get home, you go up to your room. Soon you will be going to college," my mom said. I looked into her eyes and saw pleading in them.

"That is what summer break is for. Besides, it is you who works overtime at the hospital all the time," I talk back to her, trying to put her in her place.

"Max-

I didn't want to hear any more of it. I marched up the stairs into my room and slammed the door. I slump onto my gaming chair and give a long, heavy sigh.

If she really wants to be with me, she should have thought about her actions years ago. When she left and forgot about him. Cause no woman would go to another man a month after her husband's death. Her own husband, so easily forgotten by her. That is why it's up to me to continue his legacy. To carry his name to greatness. To make him proud. That is what I am going to do no matter what it takes. Yes, even potentially hurting a nerdy girl's feelings in the process.

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Now you see a little glimpse of what has happened to both of them in the past. Continue the story for more about their past lives.

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