Daggers in the heart'

Chapter 2

----Chapter 2---- (Friday: 5pm)

I got home after a long day at school and ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time. I went up to my room in the converted attic. I emptied the contents of my bag out onto my bed, sifting through everything. I found my diary and opened it up. A folded up piece of paper fluttered out onto the bed in-front of me, looking at it I remembered that Liam had given it to me before maths.

I shuffled up onto my bed and sat with my back against the wall, carefully unfolded the blue piece of paper and read: "I had great fun chatting to you, call me :)? 01653 776528"

A smile grew upon my face and I hopped off of my bed and danced around. "A boy actually LIKES me!" I shouted out.

I then I heard a door shut downstairs.

I quickly scrambled the piece of paper off the bed and stuffed it away in my pocket 'I''ll call him later when i'm alone'' I thought to myself.

I heard a muffling voice then suddenly a shout came up from downstairs. "MAE, YOU LEFT YOUR COAT IN THE WAY" I gulped, I remembered walking through my door and throwing my coat off in the excitement of what had happened today, I had forgotten how good it feels to be with people the same age as me and not stuck in my room daydreaming.

Heavy footsteps came charging up the stairs.

I pushed myself up into the corner in the back of my room.

The door swung open violently hitting onto the wardrobe retracing where dents have already been made. A man towered into the room.

A man I call my Father.

He stormed over to me and pulled me up.

"MAE, ANSWER ME WHEN i'M TALKING TO YOU, I COULD HAVE TRIPPED AND HURT MYSELF" He roared at me, I felt his spit spray all over my face, his breathe reeking of alcohol.

"Sorry" I whispered quietly looking down to the ground.

My body tensed as he pulled my chin up and made me face him, I felt his hand crash onto my cheek before I thought to move out of the way.

I yelped and grabbed onto my cheek covering it over with my hand. He huffed, spun round and made his way out of the room, when I thought he was finally gone he leaned round the door and threw the coat at me, then slammed the door.

I was left in silence. He always does this and each time I feel a million daggers enter my heart, how does he put up with me? I'm a failure of a daughter.