The Way It's Always Been

Thump. Thump. Above all the kicking from my sister, I could just hear Charlie (my cat) whimpering sound in the sofa. He had ripped a hole in the sofa and was sleeping in it. And somehow, kicking the sofa was supposed to get him out, or so my sister thought.

"Stop it! Your scaring him!" I yell at my sister. Thwack. A painful pain shot up my leg as she kicked me with the same force she used on the sofa. Tears sprung to my eyes, and opened my mouth to yell at her. She probably knew what I was going to say because before I could say a word, she was pulling my hair like you would rip grass off a field when your bored...only with twice or three times the force.

She tried to kick me and wouldn't let go of my hair. I shut my eyes and clawed at her face with my nails. Finally, she let go when I started screaming louder in her ear. I pulled myself off the floor and ran to my room. Before I got out of the living room fast enough, I heard "Fur-reaak" sneered from behind me.

I shut my bedroom floor and buried myself in my bed. My cheek was still bleeding from where she scratched me, my head sill pounding from where she pulled my hair. All my life, I let her do whatever she wanted with me. We never tell on each other, after the fight we'd act like nothing happened. That's how its always been.

I consider telling my mom and back out. Consider. Back out. Consider. Back out. Consider. Back out. The same thing, again and again. I glance at my stomach where scars from past fights show. I wince when I touch my cheek. I've let this go on too long. I heave myself off my bed. Whisper about the fight to my mom. Instantly I feel better. As I hear yelling. I finally fall asleep.