Post by Chloe Queen on Sept 5, 2009 0:44:57 GMT -5
Show: Smallville
Story Title:
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Category:
Brief Summary: Chloe comes home to fine her father drunk, which lends to him start becoming an abusive father towards her.
Hiding The Pain (Chapter One)
Chloe's POV
The bell ring indicating that the period was over, which meant for me that school was over for today. I headed home. I didn't need to stop at the torch after school like I mostly do. Opening the door to the house that I was living with my father, and my mother left me when I was 6 years old, so it was only my father and me know. I do have a Uncle Sam and Aunt Ellen which are on my mother's side. My Uncle Sam was my mother's brother, who by the way is a general. Me and my father do go and visit them, but my father and my Uncle Sam don't get along so I don't see them that much because of my father. I do however talk to them them over the phone, mostly with my cousin Lois. She thinks of me like a sister, and I do her. Lois does come to Smallville a lot to see me, which I love. My father doesn't know about it and he also doesn't know that I drive up see my Uncle Sam at the base where I go and talk to him, which he loves. I go drive up there once a week. He acts that a father-figure to me, if I miss going up to see him once a week, he would call me and ask me why I didn't come up there.
My thoughts are interrupted by a crash coming inside the house, which I had just reached the front door. I unlock the door in a hurry afraid that something was wrong.
"Dad?" I called out to him as I close the front door.
I drop my backpack on the ground next to the door then I start walking around to find where the crash had come from. Upon walking into the kitchen I see that there are beer bottles on the floor and one of the bottles was broken, that was probably what the crash was. This was wrong we never had beer in the house, something was wrong.
"Dad." I call again, but that's when I see him. He was on the kitchen floor near the cabinets and was holding a beer in his hand.
"Dad what are you doing?" I asked walking over to him.
"Nothing that concerns you bitch."
"Dad." I said shocked. My father never said those kind of words to me. I was also sunrise that he could talk normal, having drunk that many beers.
"Go away bitch." He said as he gets up from the floor which took him forever to do.
I try and help him get up but he pushes my hands away. When he is finally up, he looks at me. "Dad what's wrong? You never drink."
"Nothing." He said and he starts walking away.
I put a hand on my father's shoulder to stop him. "Dad." Then something I never expected to happen, did. My father takes my hand that is on his should and grabs it and twists it around which at the same time he turns to face me. I yell in pain from the twisting of my hand which he lets go when he faces me.
"I told you nothing is wrong!" He yelled. He then pushes me to the floor which I had not had time to do anything to prevent it from happening. He starts kicking me in the stomach.
"You are a worthless piece of shit you know that. No wonder my wife life!" He yelled as he keeps kicking me, I am crying from the pain.
I had know idea why my father was doing this to me. Why was he like this? After a few minutes he stops. I look up at my father in tears.
"You will tell no one about this. Understand? Or you will pay dearly... get it?" My father hissed.
"Yes dad." I said nodding in fear. After saying this to my father he just walks out of the kitchen leaving me lying on the floor in pain. I hear the front door of the house slam shut. Waiting a minute or two I start to slowly get off the floor, which I have a hard time from the pain I was in. I walk slowly to the stairs making my way to my bedroom. Getting to my bedroom I close the door once I am in I go to the mirror besides my desk, and I pull up my shirt to see that there was a big bruise starting to form. I just look at it thinking. What was wrong with my father? Nothing like this has ever happen. God I just hope that this was going to be the only time that he would do something like this to me. Maybe tomorrow I'll try and see what the matter was with him. I pulled my shirt down as I keep thinking. Good thing I already visited my Uncle Sam this week. It's a good thing it was Friday too. I go and lie down, but as I go to do it the phone rings. I walk over and pick up the phone.
"Hello." I said into the phone.
"It's Clark." The voice on the other line replied.
"Yeah." I said trying not to cry.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked.
"What? Why would something be wrong?"
"Its just you sound a little weird." He said concerned.
"Nothing is wrong Clark. Is there something you want?" I asked him.
"Just want to make sure that you are going to be coming over to my house at five so we can study for the test that is going to be on monday." He said.
"Yeah, I'll be there." I said. I know I shouldn't go over to Clark's house, but I didn't want to be anywhere near here when my father comes back.
"Okay I'll see you later bye." He said.
"Yeah see you." I replied hanging up the phone. I go over to my bed and lie down for awhile after a few minutes I fall asleep.
One Hour Later
I wake up with a start hearing a door being slammed. I know it must be my father, which I hope wouldn't come home before I had left. I look at the time to see that I have an hour until I would go to Clark's to study. I go get my backpack, which I just remember that I left downstairs next to the front door. I open my door slowly and head downstairs hoping that I make it out the house without my father seeing me. I really didn't want to be anywhere near my father right now. Getting to the door I pick up my backpack, then I slowly open the door.
"Chloe!" My father yelled from the living room. I sign and head towards the living room, to see what he wanted.
"Make me a sandwich, beef no mustard," My father ordered promptly upon seeing me in the doorway. I hesitant when my father frowned at me.
"Well go you worthless brat!" He yelled.
I jumped and run out the room. I shook as I put the sandwich together. I couldn't believe this was happening. Why was my father doing this to me? I slowly returned with the sandwich. My father looks at it and I watch him frown again.
"I said no mustard!" My father shouted, standing up angrily.
I instinctively backed up. "I'm.. s..sorry," I stuttered as my father approached. All of a sudden my father smacks me across the upper face, hitting me right against my eye. I gasped in pain and sunk to my knees, clutching my eye. My father bent over close to my ear. His hot breath close to my neck, I drew in a breath and I backed away.
My father flung his sandwich at me. "Make me a sandwich.. with no mustard!"
I picked myself up and cleaned up the sandwich, returning to the kitchen which I finally let myself cry. I draped a cold cloth against my eye as I make another sandwich, careful to leave off the mustard. After I delivered the sandwich my father, I hurry out the house with my backpack and run to my car. I got in, shut it, and locked it. I lean my head on the steering wheel. I cried. Why was my father becoming abusive towards me now? I start my car and pull out of the driveway and headed towards Clark's house, thinking of what I was going to say to them if they asked about what happen to my eye. I also think of what I was going to do if this thing with my father keeps happening. I didn't know if I should tell anyone about this. My father told me not to tell and if I did that I would pay. I would have to keep this a secret I can't tell anyone about what my father did to me. I don't want anyone getting involved with this, can't let anyone get hurt, even if it meant me getting hurt every day by my father.
I pulled up into the Kent's Farm, and got out and headed towards the barn where Clark also hangs out, going in I see that Clark wasn't alone. Lana Lang was with him sitting down next to him talking, which I had know idea what it was about, and I didn't care.
"Is this a bad time?" I asked loudly. I see Clark Kent look at me.
"Chloe...I didn't know if you where going to make it. Lana had came by and she said that she wouldn't mine helping me study. I'm sorry. You want to join?" Clark said standing up.
"It's fine. You study with Lana." I said almost in tears. I turn around and quickly walk out of the barn. Not even stopping to hear my name being called I just keep walking. Why was this happing to me? First my father is being abusive towards me and Clark, will Clark.. I can't really say about him. When its Lana nothing else mattered to him.
Story Title:
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Category:
Brief Summary: Chloe comes home to fine her father drunk, which lends to him start becoming an abusive father towards her.
Hiding The Pain (Chapter One)
Chloe's POV
The bell ring indicating that the period was over, which meant for me that school was over for today. I headed home. I didn't need to stop at the torch after school like I mostly do. Opening the door to the house that I was living with my father, and my mother left me when I was 6 years old, so it was only my father and me know. I do have a Uncle Sam and Aunt Ellen which are on my mother's side. My Uncle Sam was my mother's brother, who by the way is a general. Me and my father do go and visit them, but my father and my Uncle Sam don't get along so I don't see them that much because of my father. I do however talk to them them over the phone, mostly with my cousin Lois. She thinks of me like a sister, and I do her. Lois does come to Smallville a lot to see me, which I love. My father doesn't know about it and he also doesn't know that I drive up see my Uncle Sam at the base where I go and talk to him, which he loves. I go drive up there once a week. He acts that a father-figure to me, if I miss going up to see him once a week, he would call me and ask me why I didn't come up there.
My thoughts are interrupted by a crash coming inside the house, which I had just reached the front door. I unlock the door in a hurry afraid that something was wrong.
"Dad?" I called out to him as I close the front door.
I drop my backpack on the ground next to the door then I start walking around to find where the crash had come from. Upon walking into the kitchen I see that there are beer bottles on the floor and one of the bottles was broken, that was probably what the crash was. This was wrong we never had beer in the house, something was wrong.
"Dad." I call again, but that's when I see him. He was on the kitchen floor near the cabinets and was holding a beer in his hand.
"Dad what are you doing?" I asked walking over to him.
"Nothing that concerns you bitch."
"Dad." I said shocked. My father never said those kind of words to me. I was also sunrise that he could talk normal, having drunk that many beers.
"Go away bitch." He said as he gets up from the floor which took him forever to do.
I try and help him get up but he pushes my hands away. When he is finally up, he looks at me. "Dad what's wrong? You never drink."
"Nothing." He said and he starts walking away.
I put a hand on my father's shoulder to stop him. "Dad." Then something I never expected to happen, did. My father takes my hand that is on his should and grabs it and twists it around which at the same time he turns to face me. I yell in pain from the twisting of my hand which he lets go when he faces me.
"I told you nothing is wrong!" He yelled. He then pushes me to the floor which I had not had time to do anything to prevent it from happening. He starts kicking me in the stomach.
"You are a worthless piece of shit you know that. No wonder my wife life!" He yelled as he keeps kicking me, I am crying from the pain.
I had know idea why my father was doing this to me. Why was he like this? After a few minutes he stops. I look up at my father in tears.
"You will tell no one about this. Understand? Or you will pay dearly... get it?" My father hissed.
"Yes dad." I said nodding in fear. After saying this to my father he just walks out of the kitchen leaving me lying on the floor in pain. I hear the front door of the house slam shut. Waiting a minute or two I start to slowly get off the floor, which I have a hard time from the pain I was in. I walk slowly to the stairs making my way to my bedroom. Getting to my bedroom I close the door once I am in I go to the mirror besides my desk, and I pull up my shirt to see that there was a big bruise starting to form. I just look at it thinking. What was wrong with my father? Nothing like this has ever happen. God I just hope that this was going to be the only time that he would do something like this to me. Maybe tomorrow I'll try and see what the matter was with him. I pulled my shirt down as I keep thinking. Good thing I already visited my Uncle Sam this week. It's a good thing it was Friday too. I go and lie down, but as I go to do it the phone rings. I walk over and pick up the phone.
"Hello." I said into the phone.
"It's Clark." The voice on the other line replied.
"Yeah." I said trying not to cry.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked.
"What? Why would something be wrong?"
"Its just you sound a little weird." He said concerned.
"Nothing is wrong Clark. Is there something you want?" I asked him.
"Just want to make sure that you are going to be coming over to my house at five so we can study for the test that is going to be on monday." He said.
"Yeah, I'll be there." I said. I know I shouldn't go over to Clark's house, but I didn't want to be anywhere near here when my father comes back.
"Okay I'll see you later bye." He said.
"Yeah see you." I replied hanging up the phone. I go over to my bed and lie down for awhile after a few minutes I fall asleep.
One Hour Later
I wake up with a start hearing a door being slammed. I know it must be my father, which I hope wouldn't come home before I had left. I look at the time to see that I have an hour until I would go to Clark's to study. I go get my backpack, which I just remember that I left downstairs next to the front door. I open my door slowly and head downstairs hoping that I make it out the house without my father seeing me. I really didn't want to be anywhere near my father right now. Getting to the door I pick up my backpack, then I slowly open the door.
"Chloe!" My father yelled from the living room. I sign and head towards the living room, to see what he wanted.
"Make me a sandwich, beef no mustard," My father ordered promptly upon seeing me in the doorway. I hesitant when my father frowned at me.
"Well go you worthless brat!" He yelled.
I jumped and run out the room. I shook as I put the sandwich together. I couldn't believe this was happening. Why was my father doing this to me? I slowly returned with the sandwich. My father looks at it and I watch him frown again.
"I said no mustard!" My father shouted, standing up angrily.
I instinctively backed up. "I'm.. s..sorry," I stuttered as my father approached. All of a sudden my father smacks me across the upper face, hitting me right against my eye. I gasped in pain and sunk to my knees, clutching my eye. My father bent over close to my ear. His hot breath close to my neck, I drew in a breath and I backed away.
My father flung his sandwich at me. "Make me a sandwich.. with no mustard!"
I picked myself up and cleaned up the sandwich, returning to the kitchen which I finally let myself cry. I draped a cold cloth against my eye as I make another sandwich, careful to leave off the mustard. After I delivered the sandwich my father, I hurry out the house with my backpack and run to my car. I got in, shut it, and locked it. I lean my head on the steering wheel. I cried. Why was my father becoming abusive towards me now? I start my car and pull out of the driveway and headed towards Clark's house, thinking of what I was going to say to them if they asked about what happen to my eye. I also think of what I was going to do if this thing with my father keeps happening. I didn't know if I should tell anyone about this. My father told me not to tell and if I did that I would pay. I would have to keep this a secret I can't tell anyone about what my father did to me. I don't want anyone getting involved with this, can't let anyone get hurt, even if it meant me getting hurt every day by my father.
I pulled up into the Kent's Farm, and got out and headed towards the barn where Clark also hangs out, going in I see that Clark wasn't alone. Lana Lang was with him sitting down next to him talking, which I had know idea what it was about, and I didn't care.
"Is this a bad time?" I asked loudly. I see Clark Kent look at me.
"Chloe...I didn't know if you where going to make it. Lana had came by and she said that she wouldn't mine helping me study. I'm sorry. You want to join?" Clark said standing up.
"It's fine. You study with Lana." I said almost in tears. I turn around and quickly walk out of the barn. Not even stopping to hear my name being called I just keep walking. Why was this happing to me? First my father is being abusive towards me and Clark, will Clark.. I can't really say about him. When its Lana nothing else mattered to him.