Red and Blue
Kurt staggered back from the uppercut that I had just given him. I continued my onslaught and hit him with a right hook to the cheek. His head snapped to the side, but only for a second before he returned the same punch to my jaw. I had forgotten already that Kurt spent most of his life boxing and street fighting. He wasn't going to be an easy opponent, especially since he's older and bigger than me.
But I didn't care.
"You fucker..." Kurt coughed out.
I continued to throw another jab to his face, directly toward his nose. This time, Kurt cried out in pain and immediately started raining punches at my head. Some of them didn't even hurt, as I've been receiving his beatings for as long as I could remember. My vision had blurred from the amount of times Kurt has punched me in the head with full force. I had no intention of stopping, not after what he did to my baby sister.
Kurt had grabbed a fistful of my shirt and flung me around him, but I wasn't as light as Hannah, so I only went around him, maintaining my balance, I continued to throw punches at the side of his head. Kurt ducked his head down. "I'll give it to you kid...you have spirit."
"SHUT UP!" I bellowed.
Kurt threw another straight at my nose, in an attempt to return the damage I had done to him. I turned my head in the nick of time, his fist made contact with the air. I wasted no time to throw another punch at his face. This time, I felt something shift within his face. Kurt grunted and swore under his breath. I threw another blow, still in a blind rage. Kurt weaved once again and as I staggered forward, he raised his knee directly in my abdomen.
I heard a loud cracking sound in my torso. Breathing had suddenly became a lot more difficult, as it felt like something was threatening to cut my insides. I hunched over slightly, only to feel Kurt's rough palms collect fistfuls of the back of my shirt. "You just keep coming, huh?" He retorted. He proceeded to charge us both towards the window. My elbows instinctively raised to block my face from the oncoming injury.
My ears rung from the deafening sound of glass shattering around me. Shards had managed to slice into my forearms, leaving them stinging in excruciating pain. The upper half of my body had rested limp over the apron of the window.
"You and that little bitch can find someplace else to live since you wanna make my life worse." He muttered under his breath, his rough calloused hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair.
The gall this monster had to say that we were making his life worse. Like we had a choice of existing this sad, long excruciating process they call life.
I'm going to fucking kill him.
After he said that sentence, I gritted my teeth and elbowed backwards with as much force as I could gather, my entire arm ached with how hard I swung it back. Due to the solid, sweaty surface it came into contact with, I knew I hit my target. Kurt had been rendered silent and I could hear a loud thump follow suit behind me. My upper torso had cursed itself as I forced myself to stand straight. I turned to face my sad excuse of a father, who had laid beside Hannah on his ass. He used one hand to prop himself up off the floor, while the other had covered the middle of his face, a large stream of blood had been oozing down his face, mainly his nose and lips and onto his off-white t-shirt. He started to scoot himself backward.
"What's stopping you, little bitch?" He continued.
What a drunk. He doesn't know when to stop, doesn't he?
I sauntered to him, no matter how well he was holding himself right at that second, he wasn't going to be fast enough to get away from me. I had pinned him to the floor with my knees pressed against his arms, using my weight to overpower him. A disgustingly wicked grin had played across his face as his hollow eyes stared back up at me. Small chuckles had escaped him.
"What's so fucking funny Kurt?" I questioned him, my hands twitched as his chuckles had turned into heavy set laughs.
"Seeing you like this." He answered flatly. He spoke as if he had long waited to get me to beat him into a pulp. My knuckles missed and yearned for the feeling to hit flesh and I hated myself for it. For being somewhat like him.
I grimaced down at him. "Was it worth it?"
"Every second."
I brought my fist up and slammed it back down into his face. I repeated the same process with my left. Then it became an endless pattern of me burrowing my fists within my father's face. I was beating the ever-loving shit out of Kurt Graves, a man who had used me as a punching bag, ashtray, and an easy outlet for his dehumanizing words. No more. I was tired of him being the reason Hannah would have to muffle her cries when she was just a normal girl feeling sad, tired of Daphne walking around the house with bruises and welts on her body, tired of him kicking me around and having the nerve of carrying the title of a father when he was anything but. I had been so lost in punching his face in, I realized how it was almost unrecognizable. His bushy eyebrows had been speckled with his blood, along with his peppered, shoulder length hair. Dark purple and red blemishes had started to form along his eyes, the bridge of his nose and his bottom lip along with the dried blood stains from before. His face had looked more discolored and battered than my mother's any day.
I realized that I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being able to pummel my own father into oblivion, as he had loved to do to me. A smile threatened to make it's presence known along my face as I was beating him senseless. I loved every second of it and the fact that I did, deeply disgusted me.
His eyes had finally shut, his body no longer responded to my consistent punches. Dark crimson smudges adorned my knuckles as they fell limply at my sides.
I was finally brought to my senses as I heard Daphne's shrill scream echo in the room. Before I had time to get off of Kurt's unconscious body. A sharp, stinging pain had started from the back of my neck and my hand shot up to cover the back of my neck, I could feel my warm blood oozing in between my fingers. The sharp object swiftly grazed over my fingers neck and I finally took the initiative to get off of Kurt. I stood up and glanced over my shoulder to see Mom, who stood in front of me with a gigantic glass shard in her hand. Presumably from the broken window. She stood in a loose fitted tank-top, not even her long hair could conceal what Kurt has done to her behind closed doors, nor her track marks. She glared up at me.
"Mom-"
My sentence was interrupted as she took the glass blade in her hand, that had already had her blood seeping down the edge, and struck upwards at my chest, the stinging pain had returned and my t-shirt had been ripped open. I watched as my blue t-shirt had started to darken with a new wet stain.
Mom clenched her teeth and started to slap the both of my arms ferociously. "What have you done? What have you done? What have you done?!" She screamed out hysterically.
Was it naive of me to hope that she'd cater some of this anger to Kurt, especially for what he did to Hannah? The person who cared about her the most in this wretched fucking house?
"Get away from him you monster!" She screeched, her fingernails had dug deep into the flesh of my arms, dragging them painfully across my skin. I would've much preferred the glass shard cutting my neck and hand to her sharp fingernails that were likely going to leave marks after scratching me several times. "You fucking monster!"
But honestly, neither of those things compared to her calling me a monster.
Daphne had sprinted past me and knelt next to Kurt. She took his head into her skinny and bruised arms, cradling his face like a child as her head bowed over him. Her long black hair curtained her face away from me. "Kurt...can you hear me? It's Daph..." She whispered, yet it was still loud enough for me to hear. I stood with my arm hooked around my abdomen, every breath I took had been excruciating. My knees wobbled, remembering that even though I was able to walk away from the fight, Kurt still did a number on me.
"Mom...he hurt-"
Daphne's head shot up, the eye that wasn't swollen shut glared at me as if she hated my whole existence at that second. "You stupid...fucking...child..." She growled. "This is all your fault and you know it."
Tears welled up in her glassy eye. "Get the fuck away from us. Monster." She hissed through her gritted teeth. She made sure to lay emphasis on the last word before her attention was reeled back to Kurt. I never understood why she treated him the best out of everyone in the house when he was the reason she can partially see right now. When he beats her and has her around looking like a water-colored painting of purple, black, and blue. Like he wasn't the entire reason Hannah was born two months fucking early because he beat her so badly.
Sirens had echoed in the far distance, both the police and the EMC. Eventually, our entire living room and kitchen area had been illuminated by red and blue lights.
That was the last night I had ever lived with Kurt, and the start of Daphne's hatred towards me.
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