“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
“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.
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