My Fiction

I crept up behind a parked car and glanced over to the other side of the deserted street. What genius placed the toolshed at the other side of the street? But then again, none of the school layouts ever made any sense. I looked towards either side of the street. No, I was not expecting a car to speed down the empty street. Today I am looking out for something more sinister. I quickly ran across the street towards the toolshed, just like every other damned room in this school, even the toolshed is left unlocked. Seriously, who is the maintenance man anyway?  I tried to open the door, it creaked and my heart leapt . I paused, looking over my shoulders towards the large gates of the school. Everything was silent, this is probably the first time in my life that I hate the silence. I glanced up to the sky, the sun was on the horizon and the sky was tinted orange. What a beautiful sight. Not like it mattered anymore. I opened the doors just enough to make room for me to wiggle inside...

They were in the same class, he had proposed and she had accepted. Their relationship went on strong, for three years. Sure they used to fight, but then again what's a relationship without fights. They were both madly in love with one another, that was the reason, no matter how horrible the fight was, they would forgive one another and move on.  It's not that he didn't trust her, he sure did. Yet, he was apprehensive when they finally graduated and it was time to move on to post-grad. Both of them had secured admission in two different universities, at either end of the country. He was afraid, not that she would cheat on him, but rather she may decide to move on. For he always thought she wasn't happy with the relationship. He might have been partially right. She had come from a rather violent household and always preferred a peaceful relationship. But then again her dear boyfriend always picked a fight with her and there never was any traces of peace. He would ...

This is where I met him the first time, this restaurant. I love pizza or rather I love the pizza from this place. I love it so much that, it's my routine to come down here every Friday night, grab my favorite cheese and pepperoni pizza and sit at the table by the window facing the street. On that day though, as I went to the table, I noticed him sitting at my usual table, He had half eaten his pizza, so I thought I would wait for him to finish by sitting at the neighboring table. As I sat there and waited for him to finish his pizza, I noticed he was eerily similar to me. Although his choice of pizza didn't suit my taste, he would just sit there, watch the street through the window as he slowly enjoyed his pizza. Even though I finished my delicious pizza, he never left the table. So I went home rather disappointed that day. The same thing continued for the next few weeks though, I would get my pizza, go by my favorite table, see him there and would wait for him to vacate....

I used to call him "Dad" before all of this began. Now, that word simply refuses to come out of my mouth. I've been slapped, had burning coffee thrown over me, punched, locked up in my room for weeks. But none of them compared to what he did to me today.  As usual, he came home drunk. But unlike other days, today he barged into my room directly. It scared me to death. The look in his eyes told me, I'll have to go through hell again today. He came towards me, grabbed me by my hair and threw me onto the bed. That's when I realized what is about to happen to me. I tried to beg, he wouldn't listen. There was this strange grin on his face and the smell of alcohol. He ripped out my clothes, I started to fight. I couldn't though, he was too strong. He always was. What followed next was 15 minutes of horror. All I can remember is the pain and the smell of alcohol. The pain emanating from my lower body was immense, but I couldn't groan. I was in a sho...