Where life takes us

ONE.

There's a picture of Phoenix on the side.

Phoenix's POV:

"Dad, why the fuck do you always do this?" I heard Adam, my brother shout from down the hall, causing me to jump in place and look down the hall. Before walking out to help stop the commotion I looked back to my beautiful sister, Carrie.

"I'll be right back ,okay? Just cover you're ears." I nodded at her and gave her a weak smile.

She did as I said and I walked down the long hall. I could barley hear the out of placed floorboards squeak below my feet -like they always do- over the yelling. Poor Carrie was only eight. To think that she had to go through this every day is just awful.

"Watch you're mouth you little bitch!" George, my father shouted back.

The first thing I saw when I entered the small living room was George swing a fist at Adam. I covered my hand over my mouth as I watched my brother duck and have the China cabinet shatter behind him. George cussed and pulled back his now bloody knuckle.

I glanced behind George to see a lady who looked to be about 20 standing behind him in shock. She was wearing a tight, neon pink crop top and black booty shorts. My dad takes girls like this home all the time when my mom's out. He thinks that my mother doesn't know but she does, she's just too scared to say anything.

"George stop!" I shouted and ran I front of Adam to protect him. He just pushed me to the side, afraid that I would get hurt.

"Don't call me that, you little slut! I'm you're father! Don't call me by my first name!" This time his fist was aimed for me. Adam tried to stop him but was too slow and I was too distracted on what he had just called me to move.

Slut, slut, SLUT! That word pushes my buttons and he knew it. How dare he call me that! Oh who am I kidding? I am a slut  and I know it!

I felt his hard fist colloid just above my jaw. I tried to keep my tears from falling. Adam ran over to me and asked if I was okay. I couldn't answer him with out letting out a sob. I couldn't even look at him. I just wanted to get out of this place.

"We're taking Carrie to the park." Adam said, as if reading my thoughts. "Go get Carrie, Phoenix"

I looked up at Adam and then to George who seemed to be sucking the face of the girl who was standing behind him. I glared and turned to go back to my room and get Carrie.

I walked in to see that she still had her hands over her ears. I knelt down in front of her and removed her hands from the sides of her head.

"Come on," I told her in a soft tone of voice. "We're going to the park."

Her face instantly lit up. "Is daddy coming?" She has no idea what a monster her father is. Adam and I make sure she never sees what happens behind those walls.

"No, but Adam and I are." Her smile faded.

I heard a muffled scream come from the living room. Carrie and I both looked out into the hall.

"What happened?" She tilted her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

"Uhh, Adam probably just bumped his toe on something." I lied.

"Okay. Can we go now?"

"Yep!"I threw her over my shoulder, causing her to giggle.

I walked out to see that George had gone into another room with that chick. Thank God. Adam was waiting for us by the door, our fall jackets in his hands.

I put Carrie down and handed her, her jacket. She put hers on along with her velcro shoes. I took my sweater and put on too, along with my fake, black converse that I bought at the thrift shop. We buy all of our stuff at the thrift shop.