Its late at night when my dad asked me to go buy him cigarette and tequila and of course i don't have a choice but to say yes, my mom is too sick to go anyways so that leads me to be the last option. He hands me the money and push me outside the door without even letting me the chance to take the car keys, i swear when i will have the money i will gladly take my mother and i far away as possible from him. After a fifteen minutes walk i finally arrive at the shop store and take everything he needs and walk to the counter.
"May i see your ID before letting you go with the substances that will make you die young young lady?" the cashier guy said making me realize that my father didn't let me take my wallet and my keys so of course i don't have any proof im eighteen, what a wonderful night i gotta tell ya.
"Actually i don't have anything on me but-" i cant come back home with nothing in my hands my father will be really pissed off if i do that, he seems to be really in need of alcohol at the moment.
"No buts lady its the rule, ID and you leave with your things, no ID these things stay here and you nicely leave by those beautiful doors." he interrupt me without even looking at me but he's right its the rule he cant risk to loose his job because of some girl. Without having any more choice i leave the store with empty hands. Slowly walking the way back to my house my foot got stuck on something, which made me fall right on my knees.
"Watch where your going next time." someone say behind me but wait did he made me fall?
"Your leg was in the way you creep." harshly say back to him before turning around to see a really handsome guy with a bunch of tattoos and slightly tall. He look exactly like the bad boys in the books i've read.
"Are you hurt?" the handsome bad boy definition say but im too occupied checking him out to answer "You know i was expecting words but i guess checking me out is okay too."
Fuck what do i do now?
"Me? Checking you out? Nah i was just looking at your leg to see if i hurt it." i guess lying is perfect but i can clearly see that there's no point in lying because he saw me looking at him.
"How could i hurt my leg if your the one who fell princess?" oh my fucking god. Did he just said what i think he said? Princess? gosh i just wanna run away right now because of how much my face is red just because of that stupid nickname that came out of his pretty mouth. Its silence for a short moment before i hear him chuckle under his breath and wishing me a goodnight before leaving in the dark.
Great now the only thing i can do is to return back home with an angry father.
"Where the hell is my stuff?" my father say slowly walking over me with his belt in his hands. I cant escape, the only thing behind me is a goddamn wall, im stuck here. He push me the hardest he can in the wall behind me making my knees go weak because of the shock my back received. I fall once again and he takes the opportunity to hit me multiple times with his disgusting belt, my entire body hurts and no one is never there to help me. Once he left i crawl back to my room and lock the door crying and groaning in pain i do my best to slowly take my clothes off before heading to my bathroom. Looking at my body all i can see is bruises and blood, i try my hardest not to cry but tears falls and im not able to control it. Like every other nights i spend in this house i fall asleep crying my self to sleep.
Nightmares keep waking me up so i decided to take a long and hot shower to wake myself for good. I really look like shit today i will need very much makeup which i don't normally go for but since i live in a abusive household i kind of have no choice but to cover my scars. My small body is covered in bruises since the day i turned fourteen, at the beginning it wasn't an hobby for him as it is today but still he made my childhood the worst possible a little girl could wish for. I hate him so much but i have no where else to stay and if i leave he will take it on my mother which i cant let happens. She's sick she wont be able to handle him, compared to her im younger and healthier so my body is in more condition then her to handle it. I really need to find a summer job so that i can finally get the hell out of here and finally give my mother the help she deserve. The day i will be strong enough to confront my dad its gonna be the end for him, he will be deep in jail for the rest of his life.
Its all he deserve.
