It's close to midnight when I'm laying in bed trying to go to sleep. Amelia lays beside me asleep, cuddling to her small teddy bear.

I haven't seen Aiden but I know he's not here. I heard him leave, not that I'm keeping tabs on him of course.

I get up and go to the kitchen too I get a glass cup when I hear something. I stand still and wait.

I hear the sound of keys jingling. The sound of a woman giggling. I look out the kitchen in time to see Aiden, with tall beautiful women holding on to him as if her life depended on it. They both were stumbling meaning they were drunk or close to.

"Where's your room." The woman says in a seductive voice.

"Upstairs." Aiden takes a hold of the small waist of the woman and takes her to his room.

I hear the faint sounds of the voices talking and laughing.

Gag. And to think I have to live with this man. I don't think I can.

I return to my room shortly after I waited a few minutes. I look at Amelia sleeping peacefully but it's quickly disturbed when in the quiet house I hear the noise of the people in the other room doing the deed.

Their getting louder.

The moans and groans fill the houses.

I awkwardly stand in my room.

I hear glass break. Amelia flinches awake her face starts to turn into a pout. Her eyes watering, her hands in a little fist. I run to her side quickly and grab her, rock her back and forth trying to make her go back to sleep.

For the few months I've worked for Aiden I know he's not done with the woman and most likely it'll take more time. I don't want Amelia living like this. Where I live with a man as his what, maid? I have no idea. But hypothetically speaking I would need a lot of money to have the stability of having money to take care of a child. Who knows how long that will take. I can't live with Aiden that long, nor will I put Amelia through this. I will find a way to get out of this. I need to. And quickly.

In that moment I decide I don't want to stay here right now. I grab my bag and Amelia warping her up into a tight little bundle. I know it's not a safe idea but with the car the was provided for me and Amelia from the Richard's I'll take it. I leave my room and quietly go downstairs. I hold Amelia tightly to my chest blocking the cool November breeze as I open the front door and walk to the small car as quietly as possible.

******

I knock on my mom's door. I stay in the small hallway waiting for her to open the door. My mom's door opens after a few more knocks. She pops out with her mess of hair first, as if she just woke up. Probably did. I thought she barely got home from work. I give her a small smile.

"Hey mom, I'm really sorry to wake you but I had to get out the house. " I explain to her.

"It's fine. I've missed you. Come in and bring that little princess here." My mom opens her arms to Amelia. Amelia happily holds her little arms out too. I hand her to my mom and enter the apartment.

"Well, you can stay in your old room if you like." My mom offers.

"Yes, thanks, mom. I love you, and goodnight." I take back Amelia and head to my room.

I sit Amelia on the bed and get ready for bed.

The minute I lay my head on the pillow and cuddle with Amelia we both fall asleep. The comfort of my old bed warping me in its warmth

******

"You useless bitch, never getting anything right. Why are you even here? NO ONE WANTS YOU, NO ONE EVER WILL. You're ugly and useless just like your mother. No, your mothers worse with her being a whore, but then again you'll probably be just like her." He laughs as if what he just said was the funniest thing in the world.

I sometimes feel angry, furious even.

That the thought of why are we still living with this man, this man who has never been a father but more of a tormentor. Ruining the joy in our life little by little.

"Don't talk about my mom like that, you're the only evil person here. She's pure, nice. She's better than you by far." I yell in his face.

He jerks out of his chair. Send the chair falling back, his hands balled up into a fist.

I feel the first wave of fear tickle down my back. I step back slowly.

"DON'T. EVER. TALK. TO. ME. LIKE. THAT. Little bitch." He speaks the words loud and clear. He suddenly lifts his fist and hits my face. I fall back and try to move but he grabs my legs and kicks my back.

I gasp feeling him continue to kick again and again.

I feel pain all over my back. I gasp as another wave of pains hits. I would yell but that would only fuel his anger more. I bite my lip hard until I draw the first drop of blood.

I let out shaky, quite pants.

"What are you doing!?" My mom comes running to my side. Running her soft warm hands down my blood filled face.

My dad just leans close to my face and spits.

He spits in my face as if I were worthless, which I guess in his eyes I am.

He turns and leaves.

Once I know he's gone. I release a loud, ugly, pain filled sob. Shaking, letting my tears run. My mom hugs me tightly to her chest.

My mom repeatedly saying I love yous while rocking back and forth. I hold on tightly to her. To her warmth and love.

******

I jerk awake. Sweat covering my forehead. I take deep breaths. Covering my eyes with the palm of my hand, tears threatening to falls.

"What the fuck!" The angry voice of someone yells. I lift myself up coming to face a furious looking Aiden standing in my doorway.

What now?

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