I unlock the door and sneak in quietly. I let my eyes adjust to dim pight and look around. All seems normal, Dad passed out on the couch with a few beers on the table and the lingering stench of weed. Jenna is no where to be found, shes probably in her room. I creep past the living room down to the hallway and listen through the door. I can hear soft weeps so i open the door to see if shes ok. She tenses up and i can tell she thinks im dad. "Jenny, it's just me i swear" i whisper she jumps out of bed and i kneel down to embrace her. She throws her arms around my neck stifling a sob. "He, He did it again!!" She wails. I pet her hair as i feel the anger inside me boiling. "what did he do to you?" I ask quietly, already aware of what the answer is. I hear the thump of his work boots and the unbuckling of his belt. He's coming back for more. "Jenna", I whisper fastly, "Go under the bed and dont come out until i tell you to" I whisper shoving her towards the bed. I stand up and walk out the door into the hallway. The light flickers on and off eerily and i see him glaring at me. He walks forward unzipping his pants as he shoves me to the side into the wall. "Dont.Touch.Her." i say angrily as he starts to open the door. "exscuse meee?" He says slurring his words. "I said, Dont fucking touch her" i say standing up a little bit taller. "what the hell are you going to about it?" He questions stumbling forwards towards me. His hand caresses down the side of my face until he brings it to my chest. I slap his hand away. "Get away from me!" I yell in protest. I stumble backwards, leaning into the wall for suppirt because the sting in my jaw was defiant. I didnt realise he had slapped me. His hand bunched in my hair and yanked it forward throwing me hard to the ground. His foot then connected with my face. I could feel the liquid streaming down cheek, i reached up to touch it, blood. 'get up' i tell myself. Dont let him kick you, get up! I wobble up leaning against the wall. He pushes his hand into my neck pushing me into the wall. the air strains to enter my throat as his grip tightens. Hus fingers press harder into my necl and my eyes close. My body collapses to the floor and i hear my father laughing as his steps travel further getting in a "bitch" between chuckles. My eyes feel heavy but i drag myself to Jennas room. She gasps as she sees the blood on my face and pulls me up onto her bed. I curl my body protectively around her while my eyes shut.
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Behind closed doors
FanfictionCameron is almost 18. So close, just four months until she can make it out. No one knows what she has been through, how she survived. How she still volunteers to take the hits for her 8 year old sister. Her drug addict father who takes his anger out...
