All My Way, On My Own By: Enja Ages: Ash: 14, Alec: 14, Alec in flashback: 12 Part: 11 redone Alec sat down next to me. I could easily tell that he was pondering in his very deep thoughts. “I should of…” “Should of what?” I asked. “Should have told you my past when you shared yours with me...” I had never thought about that. I was always wondering what ‘Worthy of me!’ meant. I had occasionally thought about what Alec’s past was like, but decided not to ask. “It’s not something I like to talk about or remember. I tried to use selective amnesia, but it was no use. I…” ***Flashback*** This is in Alec’s P.O.V. “SHUT IT ALEC!” “NO!” A whipping hand shot across my face. Immediately I clasped a hand where I had been hit. The pain shot through me like a bullet. My anger rose greatly. I felt like tackling my drunken father to the ground. Inside I debated whether I should or shouldn’t. I finally decided not to. I made my way up to my room to where I could maybe get some quiet. I could feel my dads eyes glaring at me as I disappeared from his sight. This whole ‘abuse’ thing had been going on for awhile. Ever since my mother died last month, my dad had been drinking more and more. He knew it was bad for him but he though of it as the only way out of depression. I reached my bedroom and walked in. I shut my door behind me and locked it. I put my back to it and slumped onto the floor. I sat there not wanting to move. It slowly got darker outside as the sun went down and the wider awake I kept getting. I grasped my blanket that sat not far from me and hugged it for comfort. The room soon faded to where it was pitch black and I could not see. I finally got up and went to turn on my light. As the room illuminated I sat on my bed that has not gotten much use since before my mom died. This had been hurting me deeply too. I had just been able to control it, unlike my dad. I lain (<--Latin) back and stared at the ceiling. “Why did this happen?” I whisper to myself. At that moment a loud ‘BANG’ could be heard on my door. “Not again!” I groaned. Every night this happened. *BANG* My dad would come and *BANG* hammer on my door. Last night I didn’t *BANG* fall asleep until three in the morning because my dad wouldn’t stop *BANG* knocking on my door. *BANG* More hammers came to the door. I covered my ears with my pillow. ‘BANG…BANG…BANG’ My door flew of its hinges and shot into my room with a raging, drunken father behind it. Before I had time to think my father started beating me. Punches hit me everywhere in the face. Pain etched me everywhere. My father stopped for a second and I dropped almost unconscious to the floor, blood flowing out of my nose and lip. My breathing was shallow and ragged. I watched as my father came back with a lamp in his hand and hit me hard on the head with it. I fell into full darkness as he kicked me in the stomach, sure not to be the last time. *** I opened my eyes to face someone looking me in the eye. A room that was painted totally white and had pictures of flowers and animals. “Huh? Where am I...” My voice groggy. The man smiled. “Your in the May County Hospital.” My eyes widened and I shot up looking around frantically. “WHAT? WHY? Ohhh…” My curiosity faded away as I remembered what had happened. “Why…” “Your father has been put where he won’t hurt you or anyone else, Alec.” “How did you know my name?” I asked, knowing he probably has my ID. I just wanted to change the subject. “I have my ways.” He smiled. “We’ll have to talk about this later. Right now you need lots of rest.” I glance at my body. It was covered in bruises and scrapes. I nodded and watched him leave. I tilted my head towards the wall and fell into a deep sleep. *** I woke up again to find the same doctor hovering over me, annoyingly. “Good, you’re awake again.” He said happily. “I see that.” I say sarcastically. He smiled again. “I forgot to introduce myself before, my name is Dr. Zildo. I think it is time to talk about your father.” His smile faded into a frown. It just made me more uncomfortable. “Are you sure my father did this? I really can’t believe he did it… he would never give me-” “That three inch scar on your arm?” The doctor gave the rest of the sentence something new. I glanced at my arm just noticing what he said. Sure enough there was a long scar on my side. “Oh… I just can’t believe he did that…” I looked down. For some reason I was ashamed at myself. I don’t know why though. “Alec, he was drunk. Drugs can do a nasty things to your brain, sometimes permanently.” Dr. Zildo explained. “Well… it just seems my dad would never do something like that. Before Mom died he was the most caring and loving person you could know.” “I know Alec, I know. It tears my heart apart to see this happen to so many people. This is how most kids lose their parents and friends around here. I don’t know why, but it is truly horrible to watch all those kids, their hearts turn cold or just die away.” ***Flashback End*** “I stayed in the hospital for another two weeks and I started my own Pokemon journey…” A/n- okay, I hope this one was much better than the last chapter 11, I am working on chapter 12 now and will hopefully be posted Monday or Tuesday. Cya, review! 3 reviews and chapter 12 will be posted!