haunted || l.h.

11

"Paisley! Get your ass over here now!" My dad shouted as I walked in the house after Luke dropped me off at home. Usually he was sleeping by now, which is why I came home this late in the first place.

"Yeah?" I said softly and slowly made my way to the living room where I knew he was sitting.

"Where were you? I told you to clean this house, it's filthy!" He yelled and gestured his hand to the filthy area around him. The reason the house was so messy was because of him, I was rarely home and if I was then I was in my room.

"That's all because of you, I'm never even here, and when I am I'm in my room." I said which made him shoot up from his recliner.

"What did you just say to me? You have no right to talk back to me. You killed my wife, you don't get to play the victim, ever." He sneered and got up in my face.

  He then started hitting me, like he always did. He threw me across the room into the end table, causing the lamp that was there to fall and shatter on the floor next to me. He yelled at me with every hit, reminding me of all the things I've done wrong.

"Quit your crying and go to your room, I don't want to look at you." He said and pointed up towards the stairs.

  I went up to my room in pain and with blood on me from the glass of the lamp. I looked in the mirror of the bathroom and saw I had a busted lip and a bruise on the edge of my face next to my eye. I felt an excruciating pain in my body, I couldn't even pinpoint an exact area that hurt because it was the whole thing.

  I took off my shirt and saw that I was covered in bruises from his punches and kicks. I knew I had to ice them but I also knew that if I went down there then he'd just go at it again. So I just decided to go to my room and get some sleep if I could.

  It was hard to try and fall asleep with all this pain in my body. My lip was throbbing in pain and my hands and arms hurt from the small cuts the glass had given me. Also my bruises were awful and hurt probably the worst of it all.

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I decided not to go to school today. My face looked horrible and my body was still in so much pain so I knew it was just a bad idea. Usually he didn't go for my face because I obviously couldn't hide that, but I guess he was super mad.

I'd probably end up staying home for the next few days since I wouldn't get better in one day. I needed to get as better as I could get in order to actually get it past Luke.

He was already getting suspicious, now if he sees me like this he won't ever stop asking me questions.