Sarcastic Love ch. 8

Sarcastic Love ch. 8

Chapter 8: Ring around the Rosie

I staggered back and felt my mouth wide open as he stomped towards me, his hands up like he was going to grab my throat his face contorted and wrinkled with every angry mark he could possibly conjure up.

Run.

Run!

My legs wouldn't move as he inched closer and gripped my throat, I couldn't breath, my eyes couldn't stay open. My hands could only latch onto his and pray that I was strong enough to remove his and let me breath.

His hands were strong and his voice booming, "Who the hell do you think you are! Telling people that you are even RELATED to us!" he squeezed me tighter, if he went any tighter, my head might've popped off.

I couldn't believe that no one was going to stop him, my eyes wandered from person to person, no one even wanted to help me from this mad man...this mad man that is my own blood! Why can't they see...I need help?

Help me!

Please....

Someone....

My mind blanked for a few seconds and tried to gather something intelligent to say but his clench was too strong around my throat. Everything was sort of fading into nothingness. His words...his harsh words were only muffled as I slowly started to give up. I decided it was probably best for me to go. I mean Jacey hates me, I can't protect my own sister and... here is my dad strangling me. If I have no one that loves me, why must I live?

His words became clear once again as he slowly let go of my throat and inched closer to my ears, it felt like he was practically screaming. My head was pounding with each word,
"You... YOU are worthless, don't you EVER associate yourself with US again!" he dropped me and pivoted walking harshly away. All I saw was his red face followed by his back as he faded into the mist.

After that my mind couldn't gather what was happening so I lay there, motionless. I could feel people gasping and shaking their heads, pitying me or just stepping over me and around me. No one cared that I may be dying. I guess it further proves that... I wasn't meant to live anymore!

The last thing I remember was feeling weightless like someone had picked me up, I doubt it though. Out of these hundreds of strangers, not even one would consider helping me... they wouldn't when there was physical evidence...they definitely wont help when there is no evidence that anything happened to me.

It's just one of those things I have accepted about people.