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Broken
She would always remember that day. The day where her life came crashing down and everything she was crumbled from beneath her feet. She had always thought that they were a happy family. But then…things changed. They changed so suddenly that she had had trouble finding out what went wrong.
That day. That day had been the worst day of her life. She had been playing the piano with her mother and they had been laughing, playing as fast as they could while making it into some sort of piano battle. And then her father had come home. He had obviously drunk a little bit more than too much.
"You've been drinking haven't you?" her mother had demanded, anger flashing in her eyes.
"What's it to you?" her father had snapped, leaning in the living room doorway drunkenly.
"I've told you to stop drinking." Her mother replied, getting to her feet and standing in front of her daughter – as if to shield the sight of her husband from her. "It gets you in a terrible state. Not to mention that it poisons your liver."
"Like I care." He smiled strangely.
"Go up to your bedroom honey." Her mother had instructed her. "Dad and I have to talk."
"OK." She had replied and got up, walking past her father towards the stairs. But she was grabbed by the wrist roughly and whirled around to face her father. She had cried out when his fingers tightened.
"Get off her!" her mother had shouted. "Get off her this instant!"
"No." Her father laughed.
"Daddy, you're hurting me!" she had cried, trying to pry his fingers off with both of her hands with little success. "Daddy!"
"John! Let her go!" her mother almost screamed. She had cried out and fell to the floor when he had punched her in the face.
"Mom!" she had cried out in shock and in fear. She had tried wrenching herself away from her father, but his fingers tightened their grip even more.
"That is it!" her mother had screamed, getting to her feet. She had pushed past her husband and daughter, storming up the stairs. A few minutes later she had come back down with two suitcases.
"I have had enough of you, John!" she had shouted. "It's time I do something I should have done ages ago."
"And where do you think you're going?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm leaving you!" her voice raised. "And I'm taking Alex with me!"
"No you are not!" he had shouted back. "She's my daughter! She stays here!"
"With you? A fool who's always drunk and messing up his life? I should think not!"
Alex had never seen her parents like that. And seeing what had been happening in front of her, she had realised that her parent's relationship had been shaky for a long time.
"We're leaving." Her mother had snapped, gesturing to her daughter.
"No." he had replied simply. He had then let go of Alex's wrist and grabbed her mother, dragging her to the front door. He had thrown her out of the house and had thrown the suitcases out as well. "You're not leaving me! I'm chucking you out!" then he had slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Daddy?" Alex had whispered, tears streaming down her face and fear overtaking her entire body.
"Now, what to do with you?" he smiled, turning to face her. "Now that I've thrown that slut out everything is going to go my way."
"Mom isn't a slut!" she had shouted.
The next thing he had done had surprised, hurt and terrified her. He had grabbed her by the neck and had thrown her into the living room – where he had beaten her with his belt, fists and boots.
Alex would never forget that day for as long as she lived. After her father had finished beating her, she had just lain on the carpet and cried her heart out. After that, nothing had been the same again. And she felt that her life couldn't get any worse.
That day. That day had been the worst day of her life. She had been playing the piano with her mother and they had been laughing, playing as fast as they could while making it into some sort of piano battle. And then her father had come home. He had obviously drunk a little bit more than too much.
"You've been drinking haven't you?" her mother had demanded, anger flashing in her eyes.
"What's it to you?" her father had snapped, leaning in the living room doorway drunkenly.
"I've told you to stop drinking." Her mother replied, getting to her feet and standing in front of her daughter – as if to shield the sight of her husband from her. "It gets you in a terrible state. Not to mention that it poisons your liver."
"Like I care." He smiled strangely.
"Go up to your bedroom honey." Her mother had instructed her. "Dad and I have to talk."
"OK." She had replied and got up, walking past her father towards the stairs. But she was grabbed by the wrist roughly and whirled around to face her father. She had cried out when his fingers tightened.
"Get off her!" her mother had shouted. "Get off her this instant!"
"No." Her father laughed.
"Daddy, you're hurting me!" she had cried, trying to pry his fingers off with both of her hands with little success. "Daddy!"
"John! Let her go!" her mother almost screamed. She had cried out and fell to the floor when he had punched her in the face.
"Mom!" she had cried out in shock and in fear. She had tried wrenching herself away from her father, but his fingers tightened their grip even more.
"That is it!" her mother had screamed, getting to her feet. She had pushed past her husband and daughter, storming up the stairs. A few minutes later she had come back down with two suitcases.
"I have had enough of you, John!" she had shouted. "It's time I do something I should have done ages ago."
"And where do you think you're going?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm leaving you!" her voice raised. "And I'm taking Alex with me!"
"No you are not!" he had shouted back. "She's my daughter! She stays here!"
"With you? A fool who's always drunk and messing up his life? I should think not!"
Alex had never seen her parents like that. And seeing what had been happening in front of her, she had realised that her parent's relationship had been shaky for a long time.
"We're leaving." Her mother had snapped, gesturing to her daughter.
"No." he had replied simply. He had then let go of Alex's wrist and grabbed her mother, dragging her to the front door. He had thrown her out of the house and had thrown the suitcases out as well. "You're not leaving me! I'm chucking you out!" then he had slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Daddy?" Alex had whispered, tears streaming down her face and fear overtaking her entire body.
"Now, what to do with you?" he smiled, turning to face her. "Now that I've thrown that slut out everything is going to go my way."
"Mom isn't a slut!" she had shouted.
The next thing he had done had surprised, hurt and terrified her. He had grabbed her by the neck and had thrown her into the living room – where he had beaten her with his belt, fists and boots.
Alex would never forget that day for as long as she lived. After her father had finished beating her, she had just lain on the carpet and cried her heart out. After that, nothing had been the same again. And she felt that her life couldn't get any worse.
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Published August 21, 2017
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