Smiling, I turn and run towards my house. Perhaps I can sneak in. I think, and slip in through the back door.
"YOU" my father bellows the moment I enter. "YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL BITCH"
"Dad, I can explain" I say.
"YOU HAVE NOTHING TO EXPLAIN" he says, and begins throwing stuff at me
"Please" I say, ducking away from flying objects'
In reply, He storms over and begins hitting me himself. "HOW DARE YOU LEAVE HERE YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU-"
"You're wrong" I say, grabbing a pan off the counter. "YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG!" I take the pan and hit him over the head with it, hard enough to knock him dizzy. "Do you know where I was? I was out with my boyfriend!" I shout. "That's right. BOYFRIEND. I finally found someone who loves me! I don't even know why stayed here anyway! You don't fucking own me! I'm not going to live here anymore! Leave me alone you dammed drunken bastard!"
He's pissed. Too pissed for words. He stands up and runs at me. I swing the pan again but he just swats it away as if it is a fly. He grabs me by my neck and holds me in the air. I claw at his hands, unable to breathe. "Where is your little boyfriend now?" he asks, and throws me across the room.
I feel my head crack against the corner of the wall. My vision disappears to a red wall and I feel hot, sticky blood pooling around me. I'm not going to survive I realize. This is how I will die. Feeling a violent tiredness, I struggle against it, if just for one moment more. "Sorry...James" I whisper, and give in to the black.
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Happy Ending
Short StoryI wrote this story at about 4 in the morning and am going to upload it in parts. **Disclaimer** this story is purely a work of fiction. any resemblance to any individuals, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. some harsh language is involved