Complicated (Kellic)

Drowning

"Maybe if you weren't such a fuck up things like this wouldn't happen" My father said as he took his knuckles and smashed them against my face. I could smell the whisky on his breath, his face was a couple centimeters away from mine his tall lengthy strong body hovered over mine; One hand holding a bottle of whisky the other clenched into a fist. "What are you fucking staring at" He asked.

Before I could speak I was met with a hard fist smashing against my face for the second time I felt blood trickle down my nose I held in my tears the best I could so he wouldn't see my pain, I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. "Clean this mess up I'm going out and when I get back you better be gone I'm not having no filthy fuck up stay at my house tonight" He said as he walked out the door slamming it behind him.

I let out a breath I was holding in and suddenly started to cry. I don't know how long I was sitting there crying for but when I ran outta tears I stood up and got a washcloth from the bathroom, I didn't dare to look at myself in the mirror. I quickly wiped up the blood on the floor. I washed out the washcloth and when I looked up I was met with a bruised and bloody kellin. I took the washcloth and ran it over my cuts I went downstairs to my cold almost empty room and changed my bloody clothes into a clean pair. I walked out the door and started walking, I didn't know where I was walking to but I didn't really care either I decided I should sleep on the park bench tonight; That's were I always go when he kicks me out.

I layed down on the cold bench and closed my eyes wishing this day would just go away already a couple minutes passed and then I fell into a deep sleep.