CHOOSE ME!

Part 10

Tw: abuse and toxic parents

Alex's pov
It had been a month since the first time me and Charlie had slept together, it was still a reacquiring thing but nothing else really changed. He was nicer to me, though never in public, he was always a dick then. His girlfriend started to come around quite a lot, I hated her, she was so clingy to Charlie and he didn't seem to care. I was clearly just his fuck boy. She often asked about the hickeys in my neck but he made me swear not to say anything.

Charlie and his girlfriend had just left to go on a date and I was left home alone, again. It was the third time this week. Suddenly, there was a large banging on the door, "Alex!! Open this door right now!" someone shouted from the other side with a large spluttering cough afterwards. I recognised that voice. It was one I hoped to never hear again. It was my dad.

My heart started pounding and I froze in fright. The door was unlocked. Charlie told me to lock it but it's a safe area and I never thought it would be an issue. The heavy door swung open and revealed my dad.

His dark eyes were bloodshot and bagged, his brown stubbly beard was messy and looked as if he never cleaned it up, but I could smell the alcohol and sweat from the other side of the flat. His dirty finger pointed at me as he chugged another large mouthful of vodka from the bottle. How did he find me? Is all that I could think as he walked towards me, throwing the now empty bottle at my head, luckily I ducked and it missed me, but as I looked down my hand was pouring red blood out as the sharp blades cut it open. I felt him come close to my face. His bad breath and smug smile made me feel weak and I wanted to do something but I was powerless.

His large hand curled into a ball and punched my face as hard as he could. It made me fall to the ground, hitting my head on the floor as I went. I heard him unbuckle his belt and tied it into a whip. This was going to hurt. He beat me over and over again until I was half conscious, he always made me stay awake for this, he wanted me to feel as much pain as possible.

He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Charlie had been saving that for a later date as his parents got it him and he wanted to savour for when he saw them next. I built up enough strength to pick myself back up and walk to the man I call my father.

I tried to stop him opening the bottle but I wasn't strong enough and he ended up pushing me to the ground once more, smashing the bottle next to me. The beer poured all over me as the bottle hit the floor, guilt flooded my body as I closed my eyes. I was slowly losing consciousness as I laid on the floor facing my father's evil grin. The open door then slammed shut, my ears began to ring as my dad was suddenly out of my sight. I slowly closed my eyes and accepted defeat, I knew this was the end. I often wondered how I would die and this was the top of my list but I always hoped he wouldn't find me after I moved. He did though, he always does.

A familiar voice shouted my name, the last thing I remember doing is opening my eyes just enough to see Charlie holding my hand up to his warm lips, tears in his eye as he shouted my name. He repeated it over and over again until it slowly started fading out. Everything went black and I felt almost peaceful.