Crashed and Saved

Chapter 4 Is this my fate?

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Warning: This chapter contains violence, abuse, knifes,blood and horrible words. Please dont read if you dont like it. Skip to the next chapter and you should understand it.

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Jason
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Lilly's POV

The bell rang signalling the end of the day.

Thank god.

I grabbed my bag and walked down the corrider. It was raining outside. I sighed and put my hood up, preparing for a jog home. As i walked, I wondered what my dad would do to me tonight? Would he leave me alone? Would it be the same?

I mentally jumped with joy when I arrived home. There was no car on the driveway. Beaming, I unlocked the door.

My heart stopped from what I saw.

My dad was sitting on the sofa,with a beer bottle in his hand, looking at me with livid eyes.

I started to run to the stairs as the beer bottle that was in my dads hand landed on the stairs, shattering into tiny sharp pieces.

I turned around to see my dad. In one swift movement, I was pushed against the wall with two large hands around my neck.

"Guess what happened todayyyyyyy. I was down at the pubbbbb, the cops came along and took away ma car. I walked homeeee in the rain while youuuu wereeeee whoring around like a slutttt at that school I play for you to go to. Why didn't youuu pickk mee upppp?" His breath reeked of alcohol making me gag.

What he said made my eyes water. I couldn't show him my feeling, especially as he has his hands around my neck.

"I don't have a car dad." I said, trying as hard as i could to avoided breathing in.

I slapped me. Now he was mad.

Some one knocked on the door, making me jump and my dad smile and calm down.

"I don't care. Lucky for you, your punishment is here."

He dragged me towards the door. He opened it and it revealed the person I never would have thought it would be.

"Uncle Greg?" I gasped. He was drunk. I could smell alcohol off him aswell. I didn't think that his sister's death would have effected him this badly as well.

He didnt look like my uncle at all, he stunk of BO and alcohol. His brown hair was greasy and he was wearing dirty baggy jeans and a ripped shirt with a navy blue jacket which looked as though it had beer stains on it. He was holding a box of beer in one hand and he had his other hand in his pocket.

"What are you talking about? No slutty whore is part if my family. Just people who need to be taught a lesson." He snapped, angrily.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Dad held me against his body as Greg kicked the door shut and approached me.

I struggled which awarded me with a slap in the face.

After a few punches and kicks, the knife was bought to my neck and i thought, this is it, this is when it stops.

"I bet your wondering why your not dead. We want to have some fun first." Dad whispered in my ear making me shiver.

Before i could react, my dear old uncle plunged the knife into my thigh, sending pain and numbness through my leg. I didn't so anything because I knew it would mean nothing good for me.

"Oh, so she doesn't want to play, let's make this harder for you to appreciate everything I have done for you." My dad whispered again, nodding at my uncle.