Cynthia's POV
Once we got to her house, we went into her room and flopped on the bed. her bedroom was awesome. it had band posters everywhere, T-shirts and other various things on her wall that were signed by famous people, and she even had a mini refrigerator in there.
"Want a drink?" She asked me. "Sure, what do you have?" "I have, Pepsi, coke, sprite, Mountain Dew, dr pib , and root beer." Damn she had a lot. "Ummm I'll take a root beer." she handed me an a&w, and pulled out a Pepsi.
We just sat there and laughed and talked about funny stories of things we've done as kids. it was fun until I saw it was 7:26 pm. my curfew is 7:30 so I had to leave NOW!!!
*.*.Skip to getting home*.*.
I walked in the door out of breathe from running I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 7:31. I was late. boy am I gonna get beat tonight.
My father walked out with his belt, cracking it on his hand. "where have you been its 7:31 pm?" His breathe smelled like it usually does. alcohol. I just stood there quietly, knowing I was going to get it any ways.
He raised the belt Ann's cracked it on my side. I instantly fell. he then started kicking, and punching me, while I just sat there groaning in pain.
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Sorry for not updating in a while I've been pretty busy.
~Madison
