"Your not going home?" The dude asked me now looking at me with a questioning look. I look back at him. Who is he to question me? Not my father I'll tell you that much.
"Um.... Business? Find yours." I said still heading back to my box. He suddenly...
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I didn't want to leave Janaya's house. I just feel so safe and loved here, I don't want to go back home. I could tell that Janaya was also so sad that I was leaving, but I know we will see each other at school tomorrow. I might get in trouble when I get back home. I didn't tell my parents that I was spending the night at Janaya's place. Now that I think about it, it is Andre's fault. Why he didn't ask to talk to my parents to make sure it was okay for me to spend the night is beyond me. Do you think I can charge him for kidnapping?
Oh Lord, Jesus! I think Janaya is rubbing off of me. Never in my life have I ever talked like that.
"Do you have everything?" Janaya asked me, coming out of her closet.
"Yes," I say while nodding my head, "I even double-checked."
I followed Janaya into the bathroom to brush my teeth with the spare I used yesterday. She brushed her hair and put it into two space buns. She then started to brush her teeth. I continued to do my routine while she did hers. Soon it was time for both of us to hop in the car with Andre. We stopped for food from Wendy's and ate it on the way to drop me off. I walked really slowly up the driveway trying to prolonge the way up the small hill to my house.
I walk in and I let out a relieved breath when I see both of my 'parents' asleep on the couch. I hurried to put my bag in my room, then I came back in the living room to get all the bottles of beer, tequila, and I also picked up some syringes. I threw them all in the trashcan that was in the kitchen.
I started to hear movement in the living room, so I start going a little bit faster. I can hear their movement. So I start to pull out things to make it look like I was just trying to fix some food for them like I do every day.
"What are you doing, brat?" My 'mother' sneered. I, personally, thought it was obvious that I was cooking.
"I am fixing some food for you, mother" When is say that sentence I cringed at the word mother.
She starts to get close to me, and I can hear the spring from the couch in the living room means that my 'father' is coming into the room. She backed me in a corner then pulled out a cigarette packet from her back pocket. She pulled it out and lit it up using the lighter that was in her other pocket. She smoked it a few times before putting it out using my arm. I flinched a little, but as sad as it sounds, I'm used to it.
My 'dad' soon comes in, so my mother moves out of his way. He doesn't even say anything he just starts punching me. For him to be drunk/hang-over he has great aim. He punches me everywhere, and once my legs give out. He starts to kick me. He kicks and punches me enough to where I am bleeding and feel numb. I can barely move.
He takes a break to go get a beer and another cigarette from his stash. I remember my phone in my back pocket, so I'm trying to get it without making too much noise. I get it and swipe the screen to unlock it. I find Janaya's contact and call her.
"Hello?" She answers.
It hurt too much to talk, but I had to try.
"Help, help me," I whisper in a harsh voice.
"Coming," She says in a serious voice and hangs up.
My 'father' soon comes back to continue his torture.
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