How he fell in love

13. lets play

Ivy's POV:

I went home that night and went to gather my stuff. I was planning to sleep over Jake's house since i've been spending most of my time with Tyler. It didn't matter if I had to wait for him outside his house but if it was getting too late im sure one of his neighbors would let me stay at their place for a while. They're really friendly. Maybe it's because of the fact they feel pity for me cause I would show up with bruises. That or they're just really nice. Whichever reason works.

I quietly walked in the house wondering if my dad was here. And he was. I froze and stood up straighter.

He didn't seem high though. Or drunk. But he still had that crazy glint in his eyes.

"Your late. Again." he said,  surprisingly calm and normal. 

I didn't speak.

"Did you know the police came here earlier? One of your teachers sent them. Said she was suspicious that there was a child beating going on here. I proved them wrong though." he got up from the couch and stood in front of me. I was trembling.

"Why are you wet? Never mind. Anyways we need to fix that so they won't get suspicious anymore." he said.

My stomach dropped. Either he meant that in a good way, where he would completely stop the beatings, or in a bad way, which is way worse.

"We need to make sure we don't do any harm to your purty face." he continued, stroking my cheek. 

"Thats no fun though."  he said, grabbing my hair and pushing me to the floor.

"Get me a beer." he ordered, switching the tv on.

I scrambled to the kitchen and open the fridge. It wasn't a surprise that it was just full of alcohol.

I went to the living room and handed it to him.

"Stay right there." he said, drinking his beer. I stood there, still trembling, and watched him drink his beer.

Soon, after going back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, he had already drunken 8 bottles of beer. After using the restroom he drank another 4. 

I was standing there, my legs growing tired, and just watching his eyes grow distant and his face get distorted. I knew he was drunk.

He turned the volume for the tv higher and just looked at me.

"Stand over there." he slurred, pointing at the hallway.

I stood in the middle of the hallway just like he wanted. My eyes started to water.

"You know the rules right?" he asked, placing the empty beer bottles around him. "If you flinch once, I get to hit you one time. Unfortunately, I can't aim at your face. If you flinch 8 out of the, how many bottles is there? 12?" he said after counting.

"Yeah, if you flinch 8 times you get to strip for me. Don't think that I find you not attractive sweetie. 10 times, you give me a blow job. And 12 times, well my friends are coming over and they get to do what they want. They get to play with you. Just like old times. "

He was sick. My eyes widened when he mentioned his friends. Memories of what happened that day flooded my mind and I just wanted to cry but I held it in.

"Let's play." he grinned sadistically and grabbed a bottle in each hand.

He threw one at me which hit my leg and I flinched. I wasn't even ready but I guess this wasn't a fair game.

"One." he counted and threw another bottle at me. I stood up straighter and it flew right past my face.

"Damn. So close. But you still flinched baby girl so thats two." he said, picking up two more bottles.