Revenge Is Sweet

15 - Cicatrize

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"Get your ass inside." Dad repeats his demand, shoving me through the still open door.

He slams it shut behind him, cutting off my only chance at safety.

My shoulders sink in defeat when Dad shoves me again to get me further into the house, letting my wrist go.

He didn't help me. I hit a mutual friend with a goddamn baseball bat to save his ass, and he didn't even help me when he had the chance.

Dad starts to yell at me, getting too close in my face. I stare up at him, in the process of shutting down while he yells about how Officer McCarty just called him about me.

I'm ruining his reputation. Most of the force will think I'm a slut now that I was just caught alone in the dark parking lot with a man who isn't from here.

"Do you know how it makes me look?!" Dad shows, throwing his hands up in the air. "When I don't know where my own child is?! I look like a bad father!" He raises his hand, slapping his palm hard against my cheek.

I turn away from him and make a run for it before he decides to hit me again somewhere. He shouts at me to come back, his rapid footsteps chase after me while I bolt up the stairs.

He stumbles on some of the steps and reaches out for me while I skip a few of them. I rush down the hall, him a little further away from me now.

I got some distance between us and I use that to throw my bedroom door closed. It slams shut before he can make it to the door, I lock it to buy myself some time.

But he has the key. He always has the key with him. I don't know where he hides it, but he finds it in just seconds and unlocks the door. I only have a few seconds to find my spot.

My room is still trashed. I use it to my advantage and scurry over to my tipped over dresser, wiggling my way under it.

It puts pressure on my body, pinning me against the floor. But it's my best bet. He might check the closet first which will open a window for me to run out of the room. Hopefully I can get out from under the dresser in time.

I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to my doorknob jiggle. He has the key, it's being unlocked. My door is going to be thrown open and there is no guarantee he'll check the closet first. I don't know if I'm hidden well enough.

"What the fuck?" I hear Dad say from the other side of the door.

I start to wonder if maybe the key isn't working but then I hear a thump. Something just hit the door. Maybe he hit his palm against it.

I pull further back, slowly crawling out from my uncomfortable hiding place. I'm left on the floor, sitting on my knees and surrounded by all of my belongings that are scattered about the floor. I listen to the sound of shouts and grunts, men outside my bedroom door.

I quietly gasp at the sound of louder thumping that gradually get further away from me. The stairs. Someone's tumbling down the stairs. Or multiple people.

"Sophia!" Dad shouts for me. But there's something in his voice. Desperation. He's pleading for me, not just calling.

For some reason, I slowly lift myself from the ground and start to make my way towards the door. Dad's voice sounds like it's downstairs. I don't think he's just trying to bait me.