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"Where the fuck were you Jamilah?" Your step dad asked you as he walked up to you.
You look up to his towering figure smelling the alcohol from his breath scoffing a little.
"I went out." You said nonchalantly walking past him avoiding eye contact.
"And you didn't think to ask me?" He asked you again this time his tone getting slightly angrier.
"You were sleeping of course I wasn't able to ask you." You replied in a duh tone angering him more.
"Get the fuck back here Jamilah." He shouted pulling you by your shirt making you buckle.
"Don't you dare try walk away from me while I'm talking to you." He shouted grabbing the rim of your shirt.
"Now tell me where the fuck have you been it's almost 12 am." He shouted pointing at the clock.
"Stop grabbing me Rahim." You shouted. "I don't need to tell you shit you're not my fucking Dad or my mom." You shouted again.
Rahim then punched you across you face grabbing your hair aswell. "Fuck did you just say?"
You felt a stinging and burning sensation on your face as your eyes started to tear up.
"What you think cause your mother ain't here you can talk to me any how?" He asked you as your eyes started tearing up.
"Don't forget that I pay the bills in this house not your mom so that does make me your father." He shouted at your face.
"So don't go out here thinking you can talk to be anyhow do you understand?" He asked tightening his grip on your hair.
You swallowed the hard lump in your throat as tears began to fall down your cheeks.
"Answer me!" He shouted grabbing your shirt.
"Yes sir." You muttered as your tears fell uncontrollably.
"You keep thinking you grown imma treat you like your grown dont fuck with me again." He said as he watched you walk up the stairs to your room.
You slammed the door locking so that he doesn't come bursting inside. Sitting down on your bed you began crying tears staining your shirt.
You hated living here you just wanted to run away and disappear. You touched your busted lip sobbing kindly before covering your mouth in case he heard your cries.
You grabbed your phone and began to text your best friend Jordan who lived in your neighbourhood.
