Cyber ~ 5sos

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'You fucking bitch. You did this' He says gesturing to himself. He hastily strides towards me, before yanking at my hair, making me completely helpless.

'Dad, stop' I cry. 'Please'

He only pulls harder before throwing me on the floor, just as it all feels like it's about to end, a foot comes in contact with my stomach, squeezing the last bit of hope out of me. He turns his back to me and runs his hands through his head, I take this as an opportunity for my frail body to escape while it can.

I scramble to my feet and my eyes dart to my bedroom which is thankfully located in the basement guarded by a (very) strong door.

My father flinches at my movement and spins around. 'You get back here you bitch'. He screams, running after me like this was some cat and mouse game.

I slam the basement door behind me, sliding down on the other side as he repeatedly slams his body against the door, hoping for it to break open.

This door is literally deciding the fate of my life. If he gets in, I don't even think he'll stop. Not until I stop breathing.

After what feels like an eternity, the banging stops and I'm almost certain he's either passed out, or took out his anger on something else.

I drag my body in front of my mirror, revealing my hopeless self, propped in front of my bed. I gulp, and a tears find a path down the side of my face. My make-up's run and my clothes are now dirty. I nervously pull up my black long sleeve, revealing a large purple and grey bruise spread across half of my ribs. I go to touch it but retract my hand when I realise it already hurts without touch.

Nothing seems worth it any more, Nothing can undo this mess. Nothing can help me, and fucking nothing can bring back my Mum.

It was only a business trip, she was working in The World Trade Centre, but you probably know it as The Twin Towers.

She was only gone for a day, 'Ill be back in two days' she said. It's been 14 years. It was so vivid, only being 3 at the time. Nothing made sense.

My father told me she went on holiday. She wouldn't be back for a while but she'd come home soon.

Now look at me.

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I wake abruptly to the buzzing of my phone, peeling my eyes open, I fiddle around with my bed side table trying to locate it, and end up pushing pretty much everything else off in the process.

'What?' I snap, slamming the phone to the side of my head. It keeps buzzing. I look at my phone to see I didn't answer the phone, I press accept and slam it against my head again. 'What?' I repeat.

'Dude where are you?' Molly stresses down the other end of the phone.

'Huh?' I slur, still not fully awake.

'School you dickhead, I'm waiting on the corner and you're late... Again!' Her tone turns from stressful to just plain annoyed.

'Shit, okay no walk on, I'll be there soon' I reply before hanging up, and jumping out of bed.

I wince, holding my stomach as I forget about yesterday's events. It stings and keeps a longing ache in me, almost becoming torturing.

I sling on my black jeans and a white turtle neck crop top, while unlocking my phone.

I go onto Instagram and see I have a notification, I click on it and freeze instantly.

ecstacyrush: slag. I frown at my phone and quickly type back.