I hear him coming up the stairs stomping. Crap. I run to my bathroom and lock the door. My dad is coming. I run into the shower and sit there.
"Skye Marie! Come out, come out, where ever you are!" He yells
Silence...
Knock, knock, knock.
"Crap." I whisper
"Skye, you have three seconds before I kick down that door."
"One." Crap, crap, crap. I run to the window. I'm on the second story bathroom. Well I can climb on the roof.
"Two." I open the window and I'm climbing out when...
"Three!" He said then the door is kicked down. "Oh Skye get down from there. You might get hurt."
He comes towards me but I'm almost out come toward me. I almost get out my window when he comes over to me and grabs me by my hair and yanks me out of the window.
"Now I told you to come here." He said
He then dragged me out of the bathroom by my hair and into my bedroom.
"Now you will do what I say it! Got me now?" He screamed in my face while tugging on my hair.
"Yes sir." I said. Tears are streaming down my face and my head is pounding. Everything is turning black.
"Good." He said and three me down and said "You no good piece of trash."
Then he started kicking me over and over again. The pain is so bad that I can't see and I start coughing up blood. Before he leaves my room he spits on me. I try to get up but I can't move. I sit there for what feels like an hour. I crawled to my bed stand and get my phone. I looked through my contracts and found my best friend.
"Joey, I need you now." I said in a hushed voice.
"Ok do I need the truck and ladder?" He asked
"Yes please, but I can't move I need your help." I said
"Oh, how bad is it?" He asked
"Really bad." I said
"Ok, I'll be there in five." He said and hung up.
I sat there hoping that my dad wasn't coming back. I sit there and wipe the blood off my face and stare at the ceiling. On my ceiling there are stars. I count the stars every time I am abused by my father or my dad'a drunken idiotic friends. I have probably counted the stars more then most children have counted their fingers.
One. The number of friends that are true to me.
Two. The number of people I truly care about.
Three. The worst number ever.
Ring. Ring.
I answer me cell phone and it's the only person that ever has called me.
"Joey? Are you down there?" I asked
"Yeah babe. You want me to come up or can you make it down?" He asked
"I can't move." I said
"Ok ill be up in a second." He said and hung up.
Four the number that means the world to me.
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Then I hear my window open.
"Skye, you ok?" He asked when he gets in front of me.
"No my whole body aches." I replied
"Ok, let's go." He said and carefully picks me up bridal style. I hiss in pain. My abdomen feels like it is on fire.
"I know we are almost to the window." He said
"Joey." I said
"Yes." He answered
"Thank you so much." I said
"You don't have to thank me Skye." He said
"Yes I do. Without you I would literally be dead by now." I said
"Skye, don't think that way stay positive ok?
