As I slowly pushed open my door I heard a low familiar voice scream at the highest volume.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" My dad scream.
"It's just me dad"
"Oh. Its you maya." He said in disgust.
He wasn't always like this he was just wasted so I just brushed it off and continued my day, kinda. I swear he was eyeing every single movement I made, it was like his eyes were burning wholes through my skin. As I was walking towards the entrance to the living room I stumbled, not falling.
"Dumb fuck" I heard him whisper.
Now on any other day in my right mind I would've been fine and brushed it off however today I got some bad news so I confronted him on it.
"Excuse me?"
"I said YOU ARE A DUMB FUCK, AS IN WASTE OF SPACE AS IN BITCH SLUT THAT I HAVE TO PAY FOR."
That hurt.
"Dad stop. You're drunk."
Next thing I knew a felt a huge sensation of pain in my right eye where he had just connected his fist to my face. I fell to the ground where he followed me down beating over and over again.
In the mids of my fathers 'outburst' I was able to hear my mother enter the house. I looked at her in pain she gazed at me, looking straight in my eyes and then scanning the situation. She just shook her head and turned out the door. I refocus myself on getting my dad to stop it but, all my attempts are failing.
As he begins to take off his pants. My heart starts pounding and I have no doubt in my mind that i knew what was going to happen next.
"HELPPP!!! MAKE HIM STOP!!! CALL THE COPS!!NOO!!"
My eyes shoot open as I take in my surroundings. I'm in a room by myself.the room is cramped with two small sets of bunk beds coming from the wall, and a small circular window. I'm on a boat.
I think back as I quickly remember why, you see my dad was an abusive drunk and my mom was oblivious to the whole thing, meaning she made her self believe it wasn't happening. So social services found out somehow and decided that my 'home' was an unsafe environment so I would have to relocate and go live with family from some where's else.
Now I know normal people would make you live with your grandparents but mine passed away when I was 3. Yes all four of them. It was a car crash, with no survivors. Which basically blocked us out from all my great aunts and uncles. And my only aunt is dying from terminal cancer. So to stay with her there would be no point. The only family member I could stay with was my cousin, Cameron.
I know what your thinking a 16 year old girl moving in with her hot older cousin is a terrible living arrangement but frankly, it's the only one I have.
- Authors note -
Hey guys so I just lost interest in my last book so I deleted sorry:(
But I really like my concept for this one, it might take a little while to get I to the good parts but just bear with me. Thanks ily.
