Protect Me

Chapter 3

"No can do babe" Carter said.

"NO!"

I used all my might and kneed Carter in his area as hard as I could and rolled out underneath him. To be honest emotionally it hurt me more then it hurt him.

"Shit," he seethed through his teeth while doubling older. "You bitch!"

Tears streamed down my face as I ran out the park and headed home. When I stopped I my doorstep and checked the time on my phone.

8:44

"Thank god." I whispered. At least my dad wasn't home. I took out my keys and unlocked my door. I hung up my keys and walked in my house. The stench of beer was in the air.

Oh no I thought.

"Kimberly is that you?" A deep voice grumbled.

I froze in my steps. He was home early. This could not be happening could this day get any worse?

"KIMBERLY!"

I jumped, "Y- yes dad it's me!"

He emerged from the kitchen.

"Oh my god!"

His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were covered in alcohol. He could barley stand up and reeked like a homeless person. This is the most drunk I had ever seen him.

"Where have you been?" He slurred.

"I w-was at the store." I stuttered.

If he would've known the real truth that I was with Carter, he would've lost it.

"Oh really then what did you get from the store. Im drunk you know not stupid!"

"I didn't see anything I wanted so I left." I was really scared at this point and I already knew he didn't believe me.

"ARE YOU LYING TO ME!" He roared and started to stumble towards me.

"No daddy I swear!" I start to back up and yet again tears formed in my eyes threatening to fall.

"Yes. You. Are."

He took the empty bottle of beer and threw it at me. It broke against my right arm but I knew he was aiming for my face. Immediately my arm started to bleed from my cut up arm and I was in so much pain. I pulled a piece of glass out and discarded it beside me.

My dad started to take steps towards me until he was in my face. I've never smelled something so bad I had the urge to gag.

"Only bad girls lie." He whispered.

He punched me in the face and in the stomach repeatedly before walking away. Giving me one last look of disgust, he stumbled away to watch TV. I crawled up the stairs in agony and pain because it hurt so much just standing up. Finally getting to my room, I made the ultimate decision. I was going to run away. As quietly as I could I locked my door and moved the bookshelf in front of it so he couldn't barge in. I grabbed a bag and began stuffing clothes, my mother's jewelry and everything I needed to survive. I reached on top of my shelf and grabbed my savings box. I had been saving money ever since my mom died in the event of me running away. I had a little over $2000. I stuffed some in my bra, some in my shoe and some in my bag so that if I got robbed they couldn't take all my money. I threw on a light coat and my bag and walked to the bathroom. My face was all swollen and I had a purple eye. My arm stopped bleeding but was still cut up. I looked like I was attacked by a pack of wolves. I grabbed some Advil out my cabinet. I knew 2 wouldn't be enough for the amount of pain I was in so I popped 8.

I wouldn't mind if it killed me I thought. There was nothing really to live for anyway.

I slipped out my window and ran up the street. I kept running hoping a cab would come by soon so I could take it to the airport.

Suddenly it got a little hard to breath but before I could stop, I fell to the ground hitting my head.

And I blacked out.

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Some of you are probably wondering where Cam is since this is a Cameron Dallas fan fic but don't worry he is coming soon. 😉

Stay Bad😉-K