Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 56

In 3 days we will leave my father. The days are dreading on in this hell hole. I got to talk to Michael once more. He leaves for tour tomorrow. In 2 weeks he will be here. My mom finally got me out of therapy. I was happy about that. Even though I hated that place, it kind of helped me not hate everyone and everything. I was only not completely like that with Michael, but I'm learning to find that happiness on my own. I also pretty much quit smoking. I haven't had one in a while.
"Kayla!" My father yelled. That's the thing that takes my happy feeling away from me.
I then walking downstairs into the kitchen to see my mom and dad sitting for dinner.
I walked over to the table and sat next to my mother. I then saw I had a small amount of pasta on my table.
"Why don't I have a lot of food on my plate? This is literally 3 bites of pasta." I questioned.
"You didn't clean the bathroom." My dad said, taking a bite of pasta.
"Yes I did! Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.
"Well I wasn't impressed with the cleaning." He said.
"This is bullshit." I said.
"Honey." My mom whispered, putting her hand on my shoulder. "I'll give you some of mine." She said.
"No let me. You said we need evidence on our skin right?" I said.
I stood up from my seat and walked over to the pot and got myself some pasta.
"What do you think you are doing?" My dad asked standing up from his seat.
"Eating pasta." I smiled, picking up some pasta with my fork and taking a big bite.
He then smacked the plate out of my hand and it smashed on the ground.
"If you don't follow the rules and don't get your job done, you don't eat." He said.
"I cleaned the bathroom. I did my job. I deserve to eat." I said.
"I wasn't impressed with the cleaning." He said.
"I don't give a shit what you think why don't you go clean the bathroom your way?" I said.
"I have a job of my own I don't have time!" He raised his voice.
"Oh please you leave at 11am and get out at 6pm. Or sometimes you get back at 1am because you were at the bar with your alcoholic buddies. I see your friends drop you off and you stumble in here late at night. I may be young but I'm not fucking stupid." I said.
"I work hard to give you a roof over your head. You are going no where in life at the moment you need me!" He yelled.
"I don't need you I can do so much better without you." I said.
"I'd like to see you try. Last time you ended up on the streets and has to sell yourself for money you are worthless." He said.
Without thinking, my hand met the side of his face. His cheek turned red and my hand was numb from hitting him so hard. I knew in that moment I was about to get it.
"How dare you lay a hand on me!" He said, grabbing my wrist and slamming me against the counter.
"What? You smack me around all the time! I can't fight back?" I said.
"I am your dad! How dare you think it is acceptable to lay a hand on me?" He questioned. smacking me upside the head.
"I'm your daughter! Your child!" I said.
"Well I didn't ask for you!" He said.
"Oh my god how dare you say that!" My mother yelled, standing up from her seat.
"I didn't ask for you to come get me! Why did you come back for me? I don't need you!" I smirked.
"You needed help and some sense smacked into you." He said, throwing me back against the fridge.
Now I'm just saying shit to fuck with him. Even though I'm getting the shit beaten out of me, the more angry he becomes, the more fun this is.
"I can't wait to get out of here. Who knows when that will be, but I can't wait to leave and tell everyone about how you left me and took me back just so you could beat the shit out of me. You probably only agreed to having me back because you needed another person to fuck with. One just isn't enough. Am I right?" I asked.
His face grew red with anger. He kicked my legs, sending me to the ground.
"I am not an abusive father!" He yelled.
I began to laugh. I Started to tear up from the pain, but I was still laughing.
"You are but you just can't admit it! So you say shit like "I'm only trying to teach you discipline" which is complete bullshit! You think you are so tough and manly, but you aren't! You're weak! You're not a real man!" I said.
I then felt his foot meet my rib cage. I then curled into a ball on the floor.
"Weak! you're weak!" I yelled through the pain as he kept kicking me.
"Stop hurting her!" My mother yelled, pulling on his shoulder.
He whipped around to face her and smacked her upside the head.
"I'm trying to teach her!" He screamed.
"You're teaching her the wrong way! She's right you are not a real man! A real man wouldn't hit a woman like that!" She said.
I slowly got up from the ground and used to table to pull myself up.
"This is my way of teaching her! We said she needed help! She has no idea what the real world is like. My father use to knock me around all the time. That is how I became the man I am! I went to college and got a great job. We were so easy on her out whole lives and she just left! Look at her honey. This is what happens when you're too easy on them. You just gotta nudge them so they grow tougher." My dad said.
I then slowly made my way over to my father and stood right in front of him. Made direct eye contact with him.
"You're right dad. Sometimes you gotta get tossed around to grow tough, but I have been tossed around enough in my life. I've learned more about life from being homeless then from you. You are just still so angry after what your father put you through, you take it out on me and mom. I won't let you though. All those nights sleeping in an abandoned house, having to take food out of the trash, having to have some creep tough me just to get some cash in my pocket, all that made me who I am. I am already strong I don't need you to knock me around. I've learned to fight back and that is what pisses you off even more." I then felt blood run down from my nose. "Mom is strong too. She is still here standing next to you after all she has been through. After all the shit I put you two through, she has never laid a hand on me. That is strong. She is a real woman! You are weak. You are worthless. You are a piece of shit. Go fuck yourself." I said, digging my finger into his heat after every 'you'.
His face grew red again. I then knew what I said was right, but he just didn't want to admit it. Now I really had it coming.
He swatted my finger away and the last thing I remember was seeing his fist come at my face. After that, everything grew black.