Truth or Dare

Chapter 3|| Dad's Home

I opened the door of my house, "Mom, I'm home!" I called out. No response... Guess she must still be at work.

I closed the door and took off my shoes. I ran upstairs and into my room and collapsed on my bed.

Oh my god, how I've missed you, mattress.

I sighed and took my phone out of my pocket. I had 3 new messages. 1 from my mom, 1 from Annie, and 1 from Cam.

I opened the one from Cam first:

Cameron :) : Hey. Psyched for the party Friday! Thx again for agreeing to come.

Me: Yh no problem, but if anything bad happens I'm blaming you, idiot.

Cameron :): Alright, love u.

Me: Love u too.

I smiled and opened the next message from my mom:

Mom <3: Hey baby, coming home a bit late tonight. Love you. xx

Me: Ok mom. All good 👍🏽

Then I opened Ann's:

ANNIEE: Not that it's any of ur business, but mom told me to tell you I'm gonna be out with Adam tonight sooo. And I probably won't return as well... 😏

I rolled my eyes and didn't even bother responding. Placing my phone on my nightstand, I rolled out of bed and walked to my bathroom. I washed my face and applied some cream to it to make sure it's smooth. Skipping out of the bathroom, I heard the door unlocking downstairs.

Could it be mom? Maybe. But she would've texted me she was on her way. Unless... shit not again.

Fixing my shorts, I quickly tip-toed downstairs. I heard a groan coming from the living room and peeked my head round the door to see. I knew it. My dad let out a loud burp from drinking his beer, as he placed his hand behind his head and switched on the TV. I needed to quickly go upstairs without making a sound. However, life just isn't fair.

Turning on my heel, I took one step forward before the floor creaked. Shit. My dad's head lifted to face me, I tried to hide behind the wall, but he'd caught me. "Azalea." He said in a stern voice.

I turned around, "Heyyy, dad. What's up?"I sang, trying to act calm. He got up and stretched. "What are you doing?" He declared, taking a step towards me.
"Um just - uh..." I trailed off. Wow, we have walls! I think I'll just stare at them. Suddenly a sharp pain consumed the right side of my face. I yelped in pain.

"Serves you right, you bitch! When I'm talking to you, you look at me and answer my questions!" He bellowed, grabbing my face. I felt tears run down my cheeks as I looked into his brown eyes. It scared me, thinking about the way his eyes used to sparkle every time I looked into them; but now, now his eyes were dull and almost black.

Dad let go of me and threw me on the floor. He looked at me in spite and then kicked me in my stomach.

I winced in pain but didn't make a sound, I was used to this by now. My dad was rarely home, because of his busy job keeping him at work most of the time. And the rare days he would come home, he would beat me, and my sister.

My mom had tried to stop him, but he'd just hit her as well, if my mom was home, they would fight and argue and I would stay the night at Cameron's.

He kicked me again, "Stop, please stop." I begged, wiping my tears away. He straightened up, "Okay."