Mental (Sturniolo's best friend)

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Kiara's POV:

Matt grabs my wrist, ouch. I don't react so that Matt doesn't question it, but damn does his grip on my wrist hurt. He lets go and we walk into class and he goes in first. I am thankful that he went in first because my face probably was so red and I don't like people staring at me. We manage to go to our seats without any glares or curious classmates trying to figure out what was going on. We both sit down and continue on with our class.

The rest of the school day was finally over and it was time to go home. I meet all three of the triplets outside and sit in the car behind Chris. That seat has always been my seat. Sure, Nick sat there sometimes, but when I was there it was my seat. Matt drives until we finally get to my house. He parks in the driveway and looks at me.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"As usual, nobody else can give me a ride."

"Hey! I just drove you to and from school. I would love no attitude."

"Nah. Attitude is my other half, I can't leave it behind." I say with a smile and exit the car.

I walk inside my house, immediately anxiety fills me. There are so many bad memories in this house and I just want to leave. I can't though, I couldn't leave my siblings with these monsters I have to call my parents. My mom isn't that bad, it's mostly my dad. All my mom does is get drunk and sometimes hit me, never my siblings. My dad though, he will hit any of us and I try to take most of the hits but sometimes he will get to my siblings before I get there to be their guardian. Whenever that happens, it is the worst night of my life. The sad thing is that if they went therapy, they could probably get better. Its their choice and they chose no. They chose not to have a good family. They chose to ruin this family to the core and there is nothing I can do about it.

"Hey, get me a beer." My mom says instead of a simple 'hello'.

"But Mom, what about-"

"I don't want to hear it. I told you what to do, you do it. Don't make me get your father involved."

The thought of her calling that monster my 'father' quite literally makes me nauseous. I put my things down by the staircase and walk to the garage to get a beer. We have to move them to a different fridge because we had too many. I take a deep breath before walking into the garage. I quickly grab a beer and get out. I hate the garage. There was still blood stains on that floor from everything that has happened in there. Mostly my blood.

"Here."

"Thank you, now go to your room."

"Okay, mother."

I go to the staircase, grab my things, and sprint up. I need to check on my siblings. I walk into Kacey and Daniel's room to find they aren't there. Maybe they are at a friends house? But what if my 'dad' got to them when they got home. They get home earlier than me and I hate it. Okay. It's all okay, just go check Mandy's room. I go and check her room and find her on the floor, curled up in a ball, asleep. She looks so peaceful. My headphones are in her hands, she loves those headphones. When I save up enough money to buy new ones I plan to give her those. They were just simple black headphones from target, nothing fancy. 

I pick her up and tuck her into her bed, she's a heavy sleeper. What a lucky girl. Lucky she doesn't wake up to every single noise in a panic hoping her parents aren't fighting and she wont get caught in the middle of it.