I've always wondered what life intended for me to do. When I was younger life seemed to be filled the candy and dreams, but once you grow up you live in a nightmare. "Skylar", someone yelled in the distance. Why is the person so loud.. Where am I. "Boy get your ass up now," My father yelled as I came back into consciousness. "Are you deaf get up and go clean yourself up before school," he yelled in my face. Slow and steady I chanted in my head . I felt a sharp pain in my head and screamed out. My father was dragging me by my hair out the kitchen. My screams rang through the whole house. When he let go I stumbled quickly up the stairs and ran to the bathroom. Tears fell steadily from my eyes and I sobbed as I dressed my wounds. He's always worse when he drinks. The water made all the cuts on my body stung. Pain rang through every fiber of my being as I slowly walked out of the bathroom. As I made my way down the stairs I saw my dad with a lit cigarette in his mouth. I began to walk past him when he stopped me. "Sky I'll be gone tonight and I want you to clean up this pig stai" he said taking a puff of his cigarette."how long?" I asked as I washed the dishes."none of your damn business." He stated. I rolled my eyes in disgust . "fine" I spat. I heard his chair push back and before I could register what happened he slapped me across my face."Skylar.....you'll never learn will you?..Don't act stupid like your mother or you'll have an unfortunate accident like she did." He growled in my face. I got up weakly and walked out the door to my old ,ancient, and loud mustang I got from my mom. He always knew when I left and when I got back .
