Life.

Chapter 2

As soon as we get home, I stumble up stairs trying to avoid any sort of conversation. My brother is blaring some rubbish music that I've never heard of before. I walk into my bedroom, close my door and plug my earphones into my phone. I decided to start some science revision as I have a test when we go back to school. Science is my worst ever lesson. I hear Dad screaming downstairs but I choose to ignore it. God knows what he could be doing. I take out my earphones and just listen to my dad. I hear him stumble up the stairs and tell my brother to turn his music off because he needs to speak to me. Great. He comes barging in my bedroom asking me why I didn't come home last night and why I was walking around early hours of the morning. I told him I had a party last night so he hit me. I told him I asked him the night before and he said I could. He punched me again. My brother walks into my bedroom and asks what's going on. My Dad tells him to go into his bedroom and lock his door. I know what's happening now.

I look down to my feet as I hear the mumble of my dad's words coming out of his drunken mouth. I don't understand anything he says until he pushes me against the wall. Why did I come home? He punches my mouth and I can feel the blood dripping down my face along with tears. He tells me to stop the crying and to grow up but it just makes me cry even more. He pushes my head against the wall as he is just about to leave my bedroom. He locks my door and walks out. I slide my back down the wall until I reach the floor. What did I ever do to deserve this? I want my Mum, but she's gone, and she's not coming back either. Nobody knows what's going on. I always make up excuses like I tripped, I got in a fight. They always seem to believe me. I want someone to be there for me. Someone I know I can tell everything to. Someone to listen.