Vampira part 5

"I wanna go with you. Don't leave me alone with pappi."

I watched as my mother stopped packing her bags and looked at me. Tears in her green eyes. They fell down her face into the fabric of her plain blue shirt.

"Honey, I will get you when I'm settled in at my momma's house but right now no. I'm sorry that I'm leaving,pappi is doing things that I don't like."

She went back to packing...I wanted to tell her I already knew that she was leaving because daddy was having a son and it wasn't with her, but I didn't.

"Jackie, get your ass over here now. You are not leaving..your gonna stay here and we gonna work this out."

"I'm not working shit out with you... You can kiss my ass ...you wanna sleep with girls then stay with their pregnant ass."

I turned around and saw that my dad was on his knees, crying his eyes out. His hands were on his face, trying to wipe away the tears but they kept coming.

"I'm sorry. Don't leave me alone with Liza. She needs a mother."

My mother looked at daddy, balling her fist up. She released her hands and zipped up her bag. She picked it up and then she left. Leaving daddy on the floor and me in the room alone in the dark.

I opened my eyes slowly. It was the darkness that shocked me the most. For me, I thought that I would be dead. I knew my father didn't mean to hit me like that but he did and now I felt used. I wanted to feel loved, because having that random dream woke me up quickly.

Back then I tried to speak in spanish since it was the new language that hit the country and was gonna stay that way till I was fifty. I called my dad "pappi" and my mother just plain mother. She left because he was a cheating bastard and she just couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to go with her but I had to stay with my father. The last message I recieved from her was that she was married and had two kids,twins, and that I would see them soon. I waited for that day to come but it never did and now I hope she visits and sees what her old lover has done to me.

I looked around the room. It was dark, only the sunlight shown inside the room that I laid in. I sat up but pain knocked into me and I laid back, throwing my head into the pillow.

"Your finally awake. You went to sleep in my arms ,I carried you back and then you woke up again saying pappi and then you went back to sleep. About time I had you upstairs you already were bleeding on my arm."

I sat up on my elebows and looked around the room more. I started to feel cold chills run down my skin. Whoever was in the room was someone I knew. It couldn't be my father, I had ran away from him after he had ran away like a coward.

"I'm..sorry." It took awhile since my throat was dry and I did taste some old blood that was left in my mouth.

"What do you mean your father beat you? That was the last thing you said to me right before you passed out in my arms. I started to wonder about that since he said that your mother was a drunk and cheated on him and started to beat you around your tenth birthay but now I guess she got him to do it."

My eyebrows slanted in fury. My own mother never did that, I don't even think she was capable of doing that either. She wouldn't hurt a fly. She only does good, one time she gave a homeless person one-hundred dollars even though she had to pay for her cellphone bill and all dad did was scold at her when we had got home. Telling her that homeless people were meant to be broke and that giving them money was stupid and even thinking of the thought was stupid.

I did want to tell him everything right then and there, that my mother left me when I was seven and that I hadn't seen her since. I really wanted to tell him how about when I was eleven my dad almost tried to rape me but didn't he looked in my eyes and it reminded me of my mother. Instead he would just beat me till I couldn't breath anymore and or the fact that he once left me on a " father-daughter" trip one time.

I looked up and saw that he was sitting beside me, I wanted to reach out and hug him but I didn't. I wanted to tell him and leave,running back to my father who would of course beat me and hurt me till I stuttered. I instead placed my hands in my lap and looked at him.

"What if you don't want to talk about it I understand but I wantt to understand you see what I'm trying to tell you."

I shook my head. He wasn't ready to her my story and he never would. Not unless he would hug me tight like he did the other night.

But like reading my mind he in fact did. He placed his arms around me tight and all I felt was his tight embrace and that feeling of how he would never let me go.

"I would like to be your friend Liza and I would want if you told me what is going on between you and your father." I looked up at him and watched as his blue eyes looked at me. Wait did I just say blue eyes...I thought he..but I saw...he probably uses contacts which he got teal contacts and decided to take them out.

"You are my friend in some way just there is nothing to tell. My father doesn't beat me, I just ran into a wall." I lied to him and I think he knew it because he squeezed me tighter.

"Repeatily? You mean?" He asked. I wanted to tell him and I did, the whole story.