My Favorite Sin (Republished)

Chapter 13

~ L E I L A ~

"Where have you been Leila" I hear the sound of my wonderful father slur after I closed the door and my smile falls a little.

"Out." I quickly replied and started heading to my room not wanting to stay for a fighting match.

It's not even a fighting match really.

Even though I now know how to defend myself better, I know it would only encourage him to hit me harder if I did.

While my mother is sleeping soundly in the next room.

After I got comfortable on the bed I started remembering what happened today.

I had just one of the best days of my life.

After me and Enzo finished training he took me out to get some food and then surprised me by taking me to a beautiful waterfall afterwards.

It was amazing, we laughed and ate while we watched the calming in water.

I love him.

He's the only thing other then my sister on this world that I'm living for.

They make my miserable life a little more bearable.

They give me hope. I'll make it out of here, with some scars of course but scars are better than open wounds right?

My door swings open and I don't even react because I already know who it is and what's going to happen. My thoughts wonder again and I think about how lucky I am compared to others.

At least he doesn't rape me. I can't complain because there are kids living in worse conditions and they'd probably be thankful to be in my position.

He's obviously drunk and hates when I go out with Lorenzo, so I can only hope he doesn't aim for my face today. It's harder to cover those bruises and I'm not in the mood.

Not to mention my sister stayed at their house tonight so he'll probably act like he wants her here.

"Where's your stupid sister? Huh? Is she sleeping around with those men you're constantly hanging out with."

She's only 12 and there 17 and 19 .What the fuck is he thinking?

He isn't. That's the issue.

"She's at her friends house, she'll be back tomorrow" I answer and he starts stomping over to me.

I lay there, unmoving as I prepare myself for the beating I know I'm about to receive.

He grabs me by my hair and drags me off my bed onto the floor.

He straddled my waist and his fat round body crushed my tiny figure. He started punching, slapping, and even spitting on me.

I just laid there and let it happen, I usually black out after a while anyways but he suddenly lifted me off my floor and made me stand.

He walks out and I sigh. I limp a little, struggling to stand still but suddenly he comes back into my room but he's holding something in his hand.

Is that a knife?

While I was distracted trying to identify the object he was going to use on me he came charging at me.

I can't run. Where would I go?

He'll just catch me and be more pissed.