Chapter 9 I Beating

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(BROOKES P.O.V)

I was at my front door. I opened it and the first thing I saw was my dad glaring at me with his arms crossed.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

"You got suspended!" My dad yelled furiously.

He walked up to me so he was inches away from my face.

"You know the punishment if you get suspended!" He yelled in my ear.

He punched me across the cheek. I fell to the ground. He started stomping on me. I kept begging him to stop but he wouldn't.

Several seconds later he stopped.

I needed to get out of there so I ran for the door. I ran away from the house as fast as I could which was pretty fast.

I didn't know where I was going exactly.

Several seconds later I arrived at the park.

I was sweating and out of breath.

I sat down on the closet park bench and cried my eyes out.

I needed comfort so I decided to call Sophie.

I grabbed my phone that was in my pocket and turned it on. I opened the contacts and searched for Sophie's contact.

A few seconds later I found it. I called Sophie.

It rang a few times until Sophie answered it.

"Hey," Sophie said.

"Can you meet me at the park?" I cried.

"What happened?" She said in a sincere voice.

"I'll tell you when you get here." I cried.

"Ok. I'm on my way." She said.

She hung up the phone.

(SOPHIES P.O.V)

I saw Brooke sitting on a park bench. I walked up to her.

It looks like something bad happened to her.

She was bawling her eyes out and she has some bruises and cuts on her face. She looks like she's been beaten up.

I sat down next to her, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She leaned into my shoulder.

"What happened?" I asked with concern in my voice.

"My dad beat me up 'cause I got into detention." Brooke cried.

Brooke grabbed my shirt and bawled it in her hand.

"Does your dad abuse you?" I asked.

"Yes, he does.  He's been doing it ever since my mum died when I was 8. After my mum's death, he's been drinking a lot and once he was drunk he abused me. And he is drunk a lot." Brooke cried even harder.

"That's terrible. You know you can come over to my place as much as you want." I replied.

"Thanks," Brooke replied.

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