I could feel the heat of my blood running down my face and neck as he screamed at me. I did not dare to scream back at him, for fear that my life depended on it.
He still held the belt in his hand, the buckle hanging menacingly by his leg, slightly tinged with my blood. Jacob peered at me from around the door frame, fresh tear tracks streaking his face.
I mouthed for him to run.
To his room, the living room, my room, away and never come back, but still, he stood there.
“Dad, please. Leave him alone, please!” Jacob was no longer hidden behind the door frame; now he was standing in plain sight.
The little idiot was gonna get himself killed.
This wasn't something he could help with, this was Dad.
This was Dad drunk, and Dad drunk was Dad irrational and violent.
“Jacob this doesn't concern you. You go on back to your room now.” His voice always seemed to send ice cubes dripping down my spine.
“Dad, please! He didn't do anything! He’s bleeding real bad, please let him go!”
I would say that he surprised me by knocking Jacob to the ground, but that would be a lie. The sound of leather against his cheek stopped whatever Jacob was going to say next.
I knew he wasn't hurt too bad. Maybe his eye would be swollen, but he would be fine.
Better off than me at least.
I watched, frozen in fear and horror as my father pulled out his pocket knife.
“So you like looking at them boys huh? Why don't you look at this then?”
He grabbed my hair and a burst of hot pain crossed over my eye as he slowly carved an ‘X’ over it. He let me go, and I ran.
I ran and did not look back as hot blood fell across my body. I did not dare to scream, nobody could know about this. Someone would call the police and then they would find out that I’m sick.
Nobody can find out that I'm sick.
The pain was still horrible, but it had calmed down enough to let me stay in one place. I don't know why it's human instinct to move when we get hurt. It's not like we can fun away from the pain.
If we could I would be painless by now.
Kellin’s parents are conveniently away for the weekend, and it's not that far a walk from here to his house.
I walk down the street of dirty and abandoned houses which have probably been claimed by crack dealers by now, trying to find the quickest way to Kellin’s house.
At least I can still use my eye.
I promise myself I'll come back to Jacob.
He’d get himself killed without me there.