Until. We. Die

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"Dad?" He staggered into my room as I turned on my lamp by my bed. He had a bottle in hand as he stared at me. "D-Dad-"

"Shut up! You know how much fuckign trouble you're causin'!" He pulled my covers off of me and grabbed my left leg, dragging me off of my bed. "No good fucking kid!" His leg collided with my side causing me to scream.

I was now fully awake and focused on either leaving or calming him down. I couldn't run from him, he knew that as he kept kicking my side.

"Fucking stealing my money! Taking my hard work!" Another kick to the side that caused me to scream out loud as I feel backwards. He grabbed my arm and threw me on the bed, his hand covering my mouth as I yelled into it loudly.

He was still in a suit, he had to have just come home from his trip. His hand smelled of hard liquor and his face was sweaty as he screamed at me.

Crying, tears fell onto his hand as I tried to get him off of me. My hands gripped and clawed at his own arms though it didn't phase his drunken state. He glared as he yelled at me to stop screaming. To be a good kid. To stop moving as he grabbed me roughly.

I tried to kick him off and he started to choke me out. His hands moving down my neck and gripping tightly. He started to crush my throat as he breathed through his mouth. I couldn't breathe, my legs stopped kicking and my grip loosened as I stared at him with blurred vision because of the tears.

He seethed through his teeth at me as I started to open and close my mouth as nothing happened, my vision getting blurry and hard to see through. Before I fully blacked out he let go of me and swung the bottle at my head.

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My head hurts like hell. I didn't want to move, or even think. Thinking hurt.

Everything hurt. But I need to get up, I was on the floor, hopefully in my room still. It was cold, I'm cold...

Sitting up, I could barely open my eyes. They hurt too. Everything hurts. One by one all the red flags went off in my body as I started to wake up. From what I could see my room was a wreck. Glass was everywhere and papers from school scattered. My phone was shattered on the floor alongside my nightstand and chair.

My entire body hurt to move, forcing myself to stand and walk to the door to get out of my room took me a hot second. "Fuck..." I muttered a slur of cuss words as I stumbled to the bathroom, dragging my right leg along with me even though my left leg was killing me as well.

When I got into the small bathroom we had, I left the lights off. The shades inside were blocking sunlight from getting in, meaning it was still dark in the bathroom for me.

But it was light enough for me to see my reflection in the mirror without killing my head even more. I think I physically winced when I saw myself. My face was horrible.

A large bruise went from my left eye to the left side of my face and the side of my forehead. A bruise was stained yellow on my jaw. My neck was almost entirely purple. Fingerprints were visible on either side of my neck and the column down my throat was yellow and purple from my dad's palms.

Breathing heavily, I started to cry when I moved my shirt up. The left side of my chest was bruised all over and swollen. I locked the bathroom door with shaking breaths and hands before I started to strip bare from my clothes that felt horrible.

My entire body was shaking as I cried silently. Praying that the noise wouldn't wake my dad up now.

I turned the shower on so warm water started to come out before stepping in and sitting on the floor of the tub. I let loose and cried knowing that the shower timeouts drown out any sounds now.