Sold

"What the hell was that?!" Justan screamed at me once we were in a room. What room, I couldn't tell you. I was too busy pulling on my fingers (out of nervous habit) and staring at my feet to pay attention to where I was being taken to.

"What?" My voice came out as a squeak. Why was I scared of him? Dunno. But, he sure is a pricksometimes.

"You hugging your dad like that! I thought you said you didn't like it when he did things to you! And in case you haven't heard, that usually tells a guy a little something!" He sounded....odd. Like he was sad, yet mad at the same time. Confused the hell out of me.

I opened my mouth just to close it again, unsure of how he would react to my reasoning. He obviously realized that I had a reason that I didn't want him to hear.

"No. Go ahead and say it. There's no point in holding back now. You've done all the lying you possibly could have." That was the straw to break the camel's back.

"I did not lie to you!" My voice was the strongest it's been since........ever. "I was trying to save Matty's ass!" He opened his mouth, but I didn't want to hear it. "No! You've cut me off enough! I used to use that all the time. My dad would come home pissed and hammered, and I'd avoid him until he decided to come to me to "blow off some steam". Then he'd get pissed because I wouldn't cooperate. So, then he'd start beating the shit out of me, until he got bored, or really into it. Then he'd leave to find something to hurt me with (usually a belt) but one time I caught him in a hug before he got too far, and he immediately cooled off. He would always lean into the embrace, like you saw, before turning around and picking me up.

"I was always tired by then, so he'd take me into my room, lay me on the bed, tuck me in, kiss my forehead, and leave. Then, by the next day it started all over. So, hope you enjoyed that tid bit of my life. But, I'm going to find Matty now." I spat, and left before he could say anything.

I couldn't help but feel bad for how I blew up on him. But, he accused me of something I wouldn't dream of doing. Even if it wasn't purposefully, he still did it.

"Lilli? Is that you?" An astonished voice asked as I aimlessly walked down the hallways.

That voice brought back memories; some bad, mostly good.

I couldn't help but turn and run straight into their arms.

"It's been a while." I muttered, only to hear that chuckle.