Chapter 2

“Chapter Two”

“And her name is Aubrey Griffith”

I walked to school that morning, considering I woke up late. I don’t have an alarm and I didn’t really get a good night sleep, seeing as I slept against a door. I was too frightened to lie in bed, because every time I even told my brain to move, my mind flashed an image of my father beating down my door, and beating me to death. Even though I’m small, I felt safer if I put my weight on the door while I slept.

I walked down the loud city street, struggling to keep my body going. I felt exhausted, and I had to take the time to put make up on a couple of bruises, and fix the mess of hair my dad left me the night before. While I was walking, I could faintly hear something yelling for me, at least I think it was me, but I was so out of it, and the city people and loud beeping horns for the morning rush hour just kind of drowned it out, until I felt something tackle me onto the sidewalk, which woke me up like I just drank twenty espressos.

“Aubrey! Earth to Aubrey!” My best friend Darcy screamed as we lay on the hard, dirty city sidewalk.

“Good morning, Darcy” I said with a smile faker than Mia Hathaway’s tan.

“Wake up sleepy head; you know what today is right?” She said with the biggest smile on her face.

“Tuesday?” I said. I’m in utter confusion as she looks me like I was an idiot.

“No! Come on, think!”

“Spaghetti and Meatball day at the Caf?”

“Aubrey, think. What happens on this day, of this month, every year?” She said, while she gave me look as if she was trying to be psychic or something. And I think it might have worked, because I finally remembered what day it was.

“Oh Crap! Come on, Darc, we have to hurry!”

I threw her off of my, grabbed her arm, and I ran to school like there was a bear chasing me there.

I finally got to the school, ran through the double doors, pushed people over, and finally got to the auditorium, where auditions for the ballet were always held at 7:45 sharp. I had made it right on time. Ballet was my only escape from the world, from everything around me. I’ve been a dancer since I was 5 years old, and have always loved it. Mia Hathaway and I are known as the two top dancers in the school, and we always competed for the spot. She always wins, considering her prissy mother is the instructor, but she just had a baby, so instead of instructing our ballet, she gets to sit at home and lay her newborn in her gold cradle with her diamond mobile hanging over her head.

We all stood lined up on the stage like a military line. Everyone else was in there pointes and leotards, while I stood there in my aeropostale hoodie, worn out jeans, and flip flops. Our substitute instructor, who I have not listened to learn the name of, finally closed her notebook, and walks onto the lit up stage. She walked across the stage, staring each one of us down, like we were supposed to be afraid of a woman in tights. I blew the bangs out of my face while she walked past me. Her presence didn’t honestly phase me; I’ve already been through the whole sha-bang with these kinds of instructors.

“You! Bangs, do you plan on dancing in that?”

“Not exactly, I ran late this morning Madam” I have to respect the instructor, even if I don’t know who she is.

“No excuses! You obviously don’t want this, unlike your fellow Prima’s. Let’s take Mia Hathway for instance.” And right when she mentioned that, that’s when I woke up. Comparing me to that prissy princess who thinks the world comes to the end if her nail breaks, is absolutely the worst thing you could do to me.

“Ok, with all due respect Madam, I absolutely refuse to be compared to her. If you give me a minute, I will blow your mind away with my incite within this beautiful art with no other name than ballet.” I said, with the most confidence I’ve ever had.

“Fine, you can dance, but you have to dance last. You may think this is good, but the first dance is the lasting dance.”

“You will not regret it, Madam”

We all left the stage and sat in the soft audience chairs, while we watched performance after performance, I grew tired. I knew I could easily beat all these girls. Then Mia got up on stage, wearing her 500 dollar leotard, she stood in the middle of the stage. She then started her dance, and I was amazed. Mia’s skills had grown since the last time I saw her dance, and when I say that, I mean it. It was incredible. The rumors of her practicing with a professional were true; But this wasent good news in my perspective. Her dance ended, and she walked behind the velvet curtains. The instructor turned her head back to me, and gave me a nod.

I walked onto the stage. I stood on the stage, my feet crossed, as I shake inside my purple skirted leotard. I took a deep breathe, looked out to the audience, and closed my eyes. I started my dance. I slowly raise my arms above my head and got onto my toes. Then I started to move. I moved to the beat of the slow classical music. I put so much emotion into my dance, it was outstanding. I twirled around so much I might have toppled over if I stopped. I imagined I was on Broadway, dancing for thousands of people. I was in Swan Lake, I was Odette. This was my favorite ballet. I have always dreamed to dance for that ballet one day. I finally ended with raising my hands to the heavens, or in this case the stage light, while I slowly raised my left leg into a perfect position. I opened my eyes, just as the piano ended. I got a standing ovation from my fellow dancers, not including Princess Mia. Real Shocker there.

“That was very impressive, Miss Aubrey. Perfect position, good emotion, and amazing flexibility.”

She closed her eyes and thought long and hard about a decision. I stood on stage waiting for what felt like an eternity. She finally slammed her hands on the desk, which made us all jump out of our leotards. She slowly stood, and opened her eyes.

“I’ve made my decision. This Dancer is the perfect Prima Ballerina for our years Ballet. She is Beautiful, confident, and an amazing dancer.”

Mia slowly rose from her seat with a smirk on her face.

“And this Dancers name is Aubrey Griffith”

“Thank yo-, Wait what?” Mia said, completely flabbergasted.

I heard that news, and I felt like I cured cancer. I grew a grin on my face that was actually real. So much happiness welled up inside me; I just had to do this:

“Yes!” I yelled as I jumped up in the air.

My instructor gave me look that I didn’t exactly like.

“I mean, um, Thank you very much for this opportunity, Madam” I said very politely as I curtsied.

She smiled and waved her hand, which is when I did the “Score” hand motion, while whispering yes and I ran off the stage. I felt like I was on top of the world, like I saved the human race, oh the hell with it, I felt fricken ecstatic! I ran out the stage door, still in my ballet attire, and ran down the hallway. I was attempting to find Darcy, and accidently ran into someone, and fell backwards.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” I looked up to see it was my boyfriend, Jason.

“I think I can find it in my heart to forgive a pretty girl like you.” He said with a smile. I smiled back.

He outstretched his hand to help me up, which I grabbed.

“Where are you going in such a hurry anyways, while in your leotard may I add.”

“I have amazing news, I finally beat Mia Hathway, and im the star Ballerina for this years Ballet!” I said with twinkling eyes.

“That’s great, Babe! Im so happy for you!”

I jumped on him to hug him, while people stared at me, I honestly didn’t care less at this point. I let go grabbed his hands

“I would love to stay, but I have to go find Darcy. Ill talk to you later, ok?”

“Go on, girl; go tell Darcy your news.”

“You’re the best!” I reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, as I turned around and ran up the stairs, where I saw Darcy at her locker. I ran up behind her and jumped on her.

“Hey! Watch it tiger, haven’t gotten my morning cappuccino yet.” With her saying that, I wondered about this morning and all her excitement.

“I got it!” Even though I didn’t specify, she knew what I meant.

“No way! Congrats!” We jumped up and down yelling with excitement. Mia walked by, giving me the death stare, like she was saying in her head “Ill get you in your sleep,” or something like that.

“I bet her lovely highness loved that.” Darcy said.

“Oh she did, she stood up thinking she was the star! It was great, Darc. I thought her mask was gonna crack and I would finally see the monster within” We both laughed.

“Well hey, I have to get to Bio, you MIGHT want to get changed, class starts in about one minute”

“Shoot! I completely forgot, thanks! See you later!”

I ran back down the stairs, changed back into my regular school outfit, and booked it to class. I ran through the door right when the bell rang.

“Thank you for joining us, Miss Griffith”

“I was on time, wasn’t I?” I said to my Social Studies Teacher, Miss Barlow.

She and I go way back to when she taught my mother. Her and my mom weren’t really two pees in a pod, and of course, that feud rubbed of onto me. But I only have to have her this year, so I guess it’s not too bad.

I sat down in my usual seat, next to Jason. As soon as I sat down, I felt a nudge on my arm. Jason was trying to pass my note; I grabbed the paper from his hand swiftly, opened it, quietly flattened it on my wooden, rickety desk, and read:

“So how did everything with Darcy go?”

I scrambled through my purse to find a pen, clicked the top, and wrote this:

“Great! She was just as happy as I was.” I folded up the lined paper, and passed it back to Jason. This is pretty much how the rest of the Conversation went:

“That’s good; do you know what ballet your doing?”

“Not sure yet, I barely paid attention while our new instructor talked. I don’t even know her name.”

“Oh that’s good, haha. How did your best friend Mia take the news?”

“She was about as happy as House without his Vicodin”

“Sounds like she didn’t take it to well?”

“Not at exactly, but that’s her problem.”

“True, True. So are we still on for the movies tonight?”

Crap! I completely forgot!

“I think so. I’ll have to talk to my father. You know how strict he is.”

“Okay, make sure to talk to him and text me. Well, we better stop before we get caught, considering Barlow is going to turn around and give her end-of-class wrap up. Talk to you soon.”

Right when I finished reading his response, Miss Barlow turned around and started to go on about something that had to do with some revolution. There’s way too many of those to keep track. The bell rang, and I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the garbage. I walked out the door, and went to English. That day flew by, considering I was in the best mood I have been in since Jason asked me out. In no time, the final bell rang, and our school turned into a zoo of rampaging teenagers, trying to get to there lockers, and get home. I walked slowly, considering I didn’t need to take the bus. I lived relatively close to the school, so I always walk. I walked up to my locker and started to put in my combination, when Mia walked up to me, stopping me.

“Having a little trouble with your combination, Aubrey? Can your tiny brain not handle three numbers?”

“Mia, the day I have a tiny brain is the day you stop being a bitch. Now as we can all see, that isn’t going to happen any time soon.”

“Excuse me? I think you meant to say something else.”

“Your right, I meant to say to lay off the tanning. If you become any more orange, I think they just might chop you up and serve you in our fruit cups at lunch”

“Orange jokes, cute. Anyways, I just wanted to say you better watch your back. The only reason you got the Prima ballerina part in the ballet this year is because that woman felt bad for you.”

“Oh stop, Mia. Now your just making yourself look bad. I mean first you give angry scowls, and then you have to make stuff up? Get over yourself.”

“Hm, I think not. Im just forewarning you that this is my school, and messing with me isn’t the smartest thing.”

“Forewarning? Well that’s the biggest word ive heard out of your mouth. Any who, im not scared of you, just to give you a heads up. I think the worse possible thing your princess butt might do is right a mean blog about me, or even try to scratch me with your fake press on nails. Please, give me a break.”

“Whatever, Griffith. Have it your way. But just remember, you’re talking to Mia Hathaway, so you might want to watch every step you take, it just might backfire”

“And your talking to Aubrey Griffith, so you might want to know that I could give a flying frick about your little threats. So go on, I think the whole school is getting pretty tired of holding in the throw up reaction they get when they see you”

She just gave me a look of disgust, flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, and walked off in her pink high heels. I just rolled my eyes, grabbed my bag, and shut my locker.

The walk home seemed pretty short. I was in a pretty good mood considering the day I had. I walked up the cobble stone path, up the cement steps, and walked though the door. I saw garbage scattered all over the floor. My dad sat on the chair, watching some stupid show.

“I’m home dad.”

“I can see that.”

“Well, I was wondering if maybe I could go to the movies tonight with Jason.”

“Sure.” Wait, Rewind, What? Did he just say yes?

“Sure?”

“Yeah, and on the way home you can come pick me up from my usual club up on Main Street.”

I sighed. I knew there was a catch. But it was defiantly better than a no. I agreed, and walked up the stairs to start my homework. Around 4:30, I went downstairs to make dinner. I made Spaghetti, which my dad disliked, of course. After I washed the dishes, I went up stairs to get ready for my date. I put on my favorite light blue sweater, a sparkly scarf, some washed out gray skinny jeans, and knee high black boots. I curled my hair into waves; hair sprayed it, and then threw on a matching light blue knit cap. I put on some make-up, and waited for Jason to get here. I heard the familiar honk of his car, ran downstairs, said bye to my dad, and ran out the door. We got to the movies, and decided to see this new horror movie out called “The Last house on the left”. It was about a haunting. I was so scared, I was practically in Jason’s lap. Once I think about it, I think going to the scary movie wasn’t a coincidence.

Anyways, I had an amazing time. Afterwards, Jason and I went out to get Coco, and talked. It was a lot of fun, lots of laughs. I checked my watch to see the time.

“Crap! Sorry Jason, I have to go.”

“Why? Did I do something?”

“No, im so sorry. I have to get my dad from the bar”

“I can give you guys a ride, let me drive you”

“No, its ok. You’re not going to want to see him drunk. I can walk. Trust me, I will be fine. No one will touch me when I have a drunk guy with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, im sure”

I reached over the table, gave him a kiss, and ran out the door. I ran down the snowy sidewalk of Main Street. I finally reached the door. I stopped to catch my breath. I grabbed the knob and opened the door. I ran up the stairs and opened the second door. The Bouncer stopped my and asked for I.D. I pointed out my father and said I needed to go get him. The only reason he believed me was that he didn’t really think that a 15 year old girl would want to come watch girls slide down a pole and take there clothes off. I walked up to my dad, who was throwing bills at some woman.

“Dad, C’mon, lets go”

“Oh, Aubrey, Thank god you’re here. I need more money, little missy over here is going to give me a surprise”

That is one thing a daughter never wants to hear come out of there fathers mouth.

“No, dad. Its time to leave.”

I went to grab his arm but turned quickly, flinging his arm away from me.

“When I say no, I mean no!”

“Dad, Now!” I went to grab his arm, but he, once again moved it, and grabbed a bar stool. He flung it straight at me, which hit me square in the head. I toppled right over. I put my hand on my head, and looked up. I saw my dad standing above me. I found the wall, and got up. I knew this wasn’t going to get any better.

“Dad, we have to leave. It’s late.” I once again grabbed his arm, but this wasent the best approach to the situation.

“Get the hell away from me!” He yelled as he flung his arm, and threw me backwards. Unfortunately, we were right in front of the stairs leading down the loud city. I went toppling down the stairs, out onto the concrete sidewalk, and hit my head right on the sidewalk. I knocked the wind right out of me. I hit my head so hard, everything got darker and darker. I saw some red on the ground, and I thought to my self, “Jeez, is that my blood?”. All the noise around me started to get fainter and fainter. The last thing I remember happening was people gathering around me, like I was some attraction, and people yelling to get an ambulance. I slowly closed my eyes, as I lost the strength to keep my self conscious. I finally let my lids close completely, as I let everything else around me fade out, to a point where my whole self was completely was gone.

Broken and Bruised. Actual chapter one. READ:)

Chapter One:

“Where’s the Hidden Camera’s?”

My Names Aubrey Griffith, Pretty much your basic teenage girl. I have, well after I take two hours to straighten and style, pin straight fire red hair. As you could guess, I have heard the endless amount of jokes on it. I have a pretty plain body. Im skinny, but im flat as a board; both ways. Yeah, I never hear the end of that either. I have hazel eyes, which change with my mood. My best friend Darcy says im like a mood ring. She and I have been to the Abyss and back. I go to Franklin Smith High School, which is your basic stereotypical Prep-o-holic school; I'm in the middle of all the chaos. I’m really friends with everybody, despite the fact half the people in my school would rather walk off the empire state building then walk into a store like Hot Topic. It’s like Shark Tank. It’s pretty pathetic. I'm pretty shy, I might seem like just a normal girl. In the beginning of it, I was…..

I grew up in a city called Syracuse, New York. I grew up on Campanelli Street with my Mom, Dad, and just me. It was like one of those corny television shows from the 80’s, you know? Like where you see the mother cook dinner, the father gets home from work at his big car business on State Street, and the sweet angel of a daughter walks in from the living room, and accidentally knocks over a glass, but everyone laughs. And without the corny clothing, the fake smiles, and its not in black and white, that pretty much was my life. I loved it; Up until that one fateful day.

I came home from my last day of 8^th grade. I had “The Gloomy’s” because mom and dad didn’t come to my 8^th grade graduation like they had promised me. As the yellow school bus slowly strolled up to the corner of my street, all the kids hear sirens. I wasn't sure what exactly was going on. I thought maybe there was a car accident, or maybe the Campbell’s got into another fight(may I remind you we lived in a very weird neighborhood). But as we came to a slow stop at my house, I felt my heart drop right down to my stomach;All I see is plastic yellow police tape round my old fashioned eggshell colored house. I get off the bus to be immediately knocked over by police officer, as he runs across the lawn, attempting to find a stretcher. All I can see are blinking lights, ambulances, police cars, and neighbors. I couldn’t honestly hear anything, as my ear drums were being pumbled by the loud shrieks of the sirens. The bus pulled away and left me there to just stare wide-eyed at the Chaos that looked like I was at the State Zoo. I felt like a 1 year old, as I took my first step, then a second one. I slowly started to walk towards my door; I ducked under the yellow tape, and kept walking. It felt like I was Gandhi, Walking the Salt March. Once I think about it, it was, with no doubt, the longest walk I’ve ever had to walk. I finally got to the door. I just stood on the newly cemented steps, as I stare blankly at my door. It was closed, and I wanted to open. But I felt like my brain was disconnected. I couldn’t move a muscle. My whole body was shaking. I had no idea what was rearing its ugly head behind my door. As I finally raised my hand a bit, I got knocked flat on my butt by the door swinging open.

“Please find anyone and everyone that interacted with Mrs. Griffith in the Past Twenty-Fo-Hey, kid. What are you doing here? Can’t you see the tape, the Police? You can’t just wander onto a murder scene without-“

And after those last words I threw my body up off the grass, pushed the man over out of my way, and ran into the house. I stopped at the couch. I stared blankly at the blood ridden cushions. I took a 360 degree view of the room. You can see my mother’s precious living room torn apart. Lamp shades are in the middle of the floor. Glass lays everywhere. I didn’t know who was dead, but I had to know. I felt like if my stomach tied into a tighter knot, that maybe that hospital might be needed for me. I turned into the kitchen, and saw the broken dishes smashed all over the floor. Chairs were toppled over. The back door kept swinging open, back and forth. I walked for the screen door, grabbed it by the outside, and slowly walked past it. I planted my white flip flop onto the patio, as I attempt to maneuver the other one to the same. I still feel like a person has been numbed from head to toe. I turned the corner to see two police men with my Dad standing there, crying. This was very rare. The only time I ever saw him cry was when I was almost killed the year before. I cleared my throat, and everyone turned heads. My father gave me a look like I have never seen.

“Aubrey, Honey, when did you get home?” he says as he tries to talk like he wasn't sobbing like a baby crying for there mother.

“About ten minutes ago, what’s going on?”

“Oh, how was your graduation?” Still fighting back tears.

“Fine, Whats going on?”

“That’s good; Did Grandpa and Grandma make it?”

“Yeah, they did. Dad, what is going on?” I'm starting to get a little frustrated.

“That’s good; where’s your certificate? The star Student has to get a-“

“DAD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I honestly don’t know why I asked, because I knew what happened. But I was hoping maybe it wasn't true. Everyone gave me a stare that assured my feeling. Everyone’s head fell; they tried to ignore my tear filled gaze.

“Aubrey, it’s your mother.” My dad said in a low tone, hoping I wouldn’t hear him. But I heard him like he was speaking in a megaphone. I felt like the whole world just turned upside down, like my lungs had no air, like my whole world had just completely broke down. And, I snapped.

“NO, COME ON. YOU FOOLED ME! OK CAMERAS, COME ON OUT, I GET IT, YOU GOT ME!”

Everyone stared at me with such pain there eyes, it was unbelievable. I threw around lawn chairs, Broke ornaments, and pretty much everything else to find these hidden cameras that I never found, even if I found a genie lamp. It was then that I stopped, just stopped. My dad walked towards me and attempted to put his hand on my shoulder.

“NO!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed so loud to a point where people in Albany probably heard my shriek. I threw his hand from my arm, and ran through the gate. And I ran. And I ran, and ran, and ran. I ran for what felt like days, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was running to a point where I could be the star runner for the school track team. It started to rain, but it didn’t bother me any. I ran into people, knocked people over, but it didn’t bother me any. It was then I finally felt my legs give out like I just was paralyzed. I fell flat on my face, feeling weaker than a newborn child. I lay on the hard concrete sidewalk, just crying. I forced my body up, and went to a bench, where I curled up and continued to cry. I knew everything, yet I was confused. I was alive, yet I felt dead. I felt my self breathing, but my lungs felt like they had disappeared from my body. I was in the middle of the city, yet I feel like everything is quiet. I feel people rushing, but when I look up, everything’s in slow motion. I hear people yelling my name, searching my name, but I pretend my named not Aubrey Griffith, I pretend I'm not even a person. I just lay my head back down into my arms, and drown out the yells with the sounds of the rain.

That day, my mother was brutally murdered by a serial killer. My dad returned home from work early so he could bring my mom out to lunch, before we go to my graduation. He came home to a busted door, blood, broken glass, and the broken, body of my lovely mother, Helen Griffith. And this is why neither of them showed up to my graduation. The police finally found me, put me in the back seat of there flashy police car, and took me to my grandparents, where I stayed the night. That summer was probably the worse summer of my entire life. I stayed in my room all summer. I fell into a depression that was unexplainable. Whenever I got a text or a call, all I did was mute it. I didn’t want anyone to see me. I didn’t want to see anyone. I barely ate, and I honestly couldn’t care less. My dad wasn't really depressed, just intoxicated. All he did all day was sit on the couch, watch bad TV, and drink until he passed out. At night he went to stripper bar, which is where all our money went to, instead of food, clothes, or anything basic.

Everything started with the first time I went out. I went out in the end of august, to go to the carnival. I went with my friends, and for the first time in two months, I actually smiled. I stuffed my stomach with friend dough, cotton candy, and pretty much anything that was bad for me. I went on every ride, twice. I forgot what it was like to have fun. The clock struck eleven when I realized I had to be home in ten minutes. I quickly ran home. It was far, but considering my stamina, I ran it. I got home at 11:12. I ran through the door. I saw my father sitting at the table, with a bottle of whiskey grasped in his hand.

“Im so sorry dad, I really am. I was having so much fun, and I didn’t realize what time it was. I tried to get home, but I ended up getting home two minutes late, im so sorry, please forgive me!” I pleaded.

I stood against the door. My father acted like I never even walked in. He took another sip of the hard whiskey.

I took one step, “Dad?” I said, which was a mistake.

“Shut your mouth!”

He turned his body, and threw the half full whiskey bottle right for me. Thankfully, he was drunk, and it missed me.

“Dad, what’s wrong with you!”

He got up from the seat, walked towards me, and backed me into the door. He slammed his hand on the door, and put his face into mine.

“When I tell you to be home, I mean be home! I don’t care if you have to get picked up by a creep, when I say I want your ass home, I mean at the time I want, not two minutes after!!” He screamed. I smelt the whiskey on his breath, which made me gag, which didn’t help. He punched me right across the face, hard. Hard enough to knock me right over. I fell on the floor, holding my hand to my throbbing face. I glanced up, and he started to kick me in the stomach.

“You like that, Huh? I bet you do! I bet you love to piss me off... Well I'm sick of your shit, Aubrey. Disobey me again, and you’ll be dead!”

He finally stopped kicking me, turned around, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and slammed his door. I started to cough up blood as I lay on the floor, feeling completely broken. I look up at a picture of us; my family. What happened?

From that day on, whenever anything bad happened, my father beat me. I always tried to be perfect, but it never worked. I always had to use makeup to cover up anything that showed any sign of abuse. I couldn’t let anyone find out. What would they think? So now here I am, a 10^th grader, going into her 2^nd trimester, and I still live with my drunk of a father, the abuse, the pain, & the suffering. I have become like a master of disguise. I cake on a smile that would fool anyone. I take what I get, and I’ve learned to live like that ever since that one day in June...

"Bruised and Broken" Chapter one.

“Bruised and Broken”

A tale of Abuse, Love, & Friendship

By:Katie Lengvarsky

I returned home late tonight, Jason’s car got stalled on the corner of Temple and Oak Street. I stood at the door, my hand shaking and trembling as it sits inches from the door knob. I prayed to the lord that hopefully he was passed out on the couch like he always is during the day. I kissed my cross, took a deep breathe and slowly turned the door knob. I walked in, my father was no where in site, I slowly closed the door, and as I closed to lock it something grabbed my wrist and ripped it from the knob. I didn’t even have to look to know. I looked up as he gives me a stare that looks like a mix of Anger and intoxication. He squeezed my wrist like he was trying to make lemonade out of a lemon.

“Good Evening Father..” I said slowly.

“Don’t give me that shit, where the hell have you been?”

He squeezed me arm harder

“Well, J-J-Jason’s car st-stalled, and we-we couldn’t get ho-home, and,”

“Shut the Fuck up!” He screamed

He throws me against the door, locking my wrists against the door, I stand there and shake in his palms, while fear trembles in my eyes, along with tears.

“I don’t give a shit about his stupid fucking car! When I tell you to get home I tell you be home! Hitch Hike for all I care!”

“But father, I couldn’t leave Jason where he was, he would’ve gotten mugged or som-“

“Don’t talk back to me!”

He throws my body across the room, into the coffee table. I fall over into Mothers favorite vase. I always tried to protect it now that she’s gone. Will she be mad? I look up to see those terrifying eyes staring down at me. He grabs me by my hair and throws me over the couch. Rampaging in anger with the scent of booze on his breath. While he attempts to find me, I scramble to my feet, still trembling from throbbing pain, I run up the stairs. He grabs my ankle, I trip and fall. I some how break loose, and continue to run. I turned the corner, run to my room, close the door swiftly, and lock it. I put the lock on there the first time he beat me, I bought it with my money. He started to bang on the door, almost breaking the wooden door down, he puts cracks in it, but thank god its strong, and wont let the monster break through the only thing keeping me safe. I turn around, slide down the door, let me head fall to my chest, and just let my eyes explode into a waterfall of tears.