"Your call is connecting"
I chewed on my nails with my stomach filled with nervousness while the call connected.
I glanced back at Maraj and she gave me a small smile. I smiled back turning around and as soon as I did I heard my dads cold voice
"What is it"
"What it is" my dad spat coldly with a cigarette in his mouth looking at me stand by him and my mom room door scratching my arms.
"i wanna talk to my mommy" I whispered
My dad got out the bed slowly walking up to me. "I told you to stop calling her that. You're not a fucking child" he gritted snatching me up.
"please Matthew.. i don't have the energy" I shook my head with tears coming in my eyes.
"You come in my house high off drugs and tell me what you don't have the energy for ?" He asked pushing me into a wall sinking his fist deep in my chest making me whimper in pain.
"Stop whining like a lil girl !" He raised his voice.
"I am a little girl !" I yelled back and he slapped me causing me to cry out.
"You're a mistake."
I looked around the room for my mom knowing she was the only one that could help me right now but she wasn't here.
"Now" he said puffing his cigarette then yanked me up making my feet come off the ground.
"You know I don't want no fucking junky staying with me but your mom like you for some odd reason. I told her to throw your ass away as soon as I seen you" he said while I tried to put my feet on the ground
"I'm about to beat yo ass"
"no" I whimpered with tears streaming down my face.
He threw me on the ground and quickly took off his belt. I jumped up trying to run but he grabbed me slamming me back down and I whimpered in pain.
"Stupid bitch !" He gritted swinging his arm down to hit me with the belt "AHHH" I screamed out from how hard he hit me.
He kept going getting harder with each hit "PLEASEE ! MATTHEW STOPP !" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Beyonce"
I jumped out of my head and noticed I was crying. I hurried to wipe my eyes sniffing after
"hey Matthew" I whispered.
"What is it ? You haven't called me since you moved out"he said rudely. "I need help. I can't stay in here"
He chuckled "Oh you expect me to help you ? Beyonce I don't even like you."
"Yea I know" I rolled my eyes.
"I don't know why you hate me so much.. you beat me until I was nineteen" I said lowly.
"And I apologized for that. You gotta let it go"
"LET IT GO ?!" I yelled. "Knowles" Maraj said softly behind me and I sighed stuffing my face in my hand.
"I can't help you" he said dryly. "You help strangers off the street for a living but you can't help your own child !"
"You got money ? Cause them strangers off the steeet do" he said. I sighed resting my head on the wall
"You gone need a lot too" he said then laughed lowly "Do you know what you did beyonce ?"
