Player Turns Sweetheart (wlw)

Chapter 7

Riaha Pov:
(Trigger warning: Physical Abuse )


"So... You finally made it home. Not surprising. Where the fuck have you been Riaha May Wills?"

"Oh shit.." I mumble quietly under my breath and turn to face my dad casually waiting for me on the couch. Anger clear on his face.

I must have missed his car outside. Welp here goes nothing...

 "H-hey dad..." I trail avoiding his eyes.

"Don't fucking "hey dad" me. Where the fuck have you been? One chance to answer. Choose your words wisely." He commands glaring at me.

"I was um... out with a friend at a park." I respond shift my weight uncomfortably.

He ponders my respond for a few moments to determine if i'm lying.

"Who's this "friend"?" He  says a little calmer.

"Her n-name is Astra. She was um comforting me."  I stutter.

"One. IF I find out it wasn't this girl named Astra. You dead fucking meat got it?" He spits.

"Yes S-Sir." I respond trying to calm my breathing down.

I'm wondering why he hasn't brought up the fight yet when my luck runs out.

"mm okay. Now... WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO A FIGHT!" He screams jumping up from the couch. I flinch back afraid. "If you don't fucking answer me  quick   I swear you don't want to fucking know what will happen Riaha May WIlls!"  He keeps taunting and I gather my breath quick.

"S-She was being a little.. twat. Teasing me about how you beat me. Toss me around like I'm a stupid doll to be played with. I didn't really mean to put her in the hospital it just-just happened." I respond boldly hoping  I don't get hit from what she said.

"You put her in the fucking hospital??!!" He roars slapping me across my face. I hold the part where he slapped and tale a tiny step back.

"T-that's what I-I was told." I stutter again. "Sir" I quickly add on.  Desperately hoping he calms down.

He takes a deep breath.

"Well you got so fucking lucky you bitch. There will be social workers coming up to my fucking house because of you! And I can't lay another fucking finger on you or they will know. Go to your room. You fucking grounded till I say your not. " He screams. And I dart past him and run to my room. Tears streaking down my face again. 

He even got my fucking middle name wrong. 
I mutter as I shut my door. I aggressively grab my pillow and scream loudly into it. 

And just as I'm about to calm down I hear step coming up to my room. I hide my phone and gather myself. 

 I look at the door as it suddenly bursts open. A still fuming dad standing in my door way. 
"By the way, you not getting dinner tonight you little cunt. And If I catch you in the kitchen other than cleaning so help me god. I'll break every bone in your fucking body weather I have to go to jail for it or not." He spits. 

"O-Okay." I respond not thinking straight.

"What.Did.You.Say?" He dares me to repeat my non-respectful words. 

"I'm sorry. I meant Yes sir. I meant yes sir." I say genuinely afraid of him. Thinking back on the last time I did that. Tearing up at the thought. 

"Your testing me here Riaha May. Teasing me. You wanna try me?" He says taunting me. Hoping to see my precious tears slip down my face. As he turns around to leave.

"It-its Marina.." I say barley above a whisper.

He whips around as if challenged. "What did you say? Speak up you piece of shit."

"I said, It's Marina." Getting bold. "My middle name is fucking Marina. Stop calling me MAY!"
I practically scream at him for the first time in my life.
And decide not to stop here. I have a little advantage this time.
I stand up. And he  looks taken aback.
"And by the way, we wouldn't be here in the first fucking place if you didn't hit me, If you didn't blame me for YOUR fucking mistake. Mother might have left me here, but she DIDN'T leave because of me!" He takes a few steps towards me during the rant. I let a tear slip.

"And for you to beat me to shreds almost every week for the littlest  pettiest things is so fucked up, You know I'm starting to see why mom left your ass. I'm starting to realize maybe I should tell the social workers you beat me, because then I'll have justice. I'll have justice for every single fucking thing you put me through. I'll have justice for my 9th birthday. Because I'm sure you remember that huh? I was 9 and cleaning up my own fucking blood. I was 9 FUCKING YEARS OLD. WHAT FUCKING DAD BEATS THEIR OWN FUCKING CHILD! YOUR SUCH A STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!I FUCKING HATE YOU" I Rant screaming at him. Have I mentioned I've never cussed at him either? Well apparently I kinda like the F word. But I Prepare for the worst. And hope that maybe some part of this will get into his head and he realizes where he fucked up.

He steps up right into my face with the calmest expression.
"Getting bold are we? You think I fucking care if you hate me?" he asks raising his tone but keep calm. And its weirding me out and annoying me at the same time.

I look him dead in the eye and say this " Is that all you got out of that. One simple "I hate you dad?""  I question annoyed.

(Trigger warning)

He punches me across the face.
 Oh fuck....
I grab at my face stumbling backwards. Luckily I find no blood leaking out of my mouth. My ass bumps into my night stand. he steps closer grinning.

"No, you know what I got out of it. You got in a fight today so if I beat your ass the social workers will think it's because of that stupid bitch of a neighbor. "
He responds punching me again before snatching me by the throat.
" You think I FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU THINK?? YOU THINK YOU CAN RAISE YOU VOICE AT ME AND THERE BE NO CONSEQUENCES?YOU THINK YOU CAN CUSS AT ME? YOU STUPID BITCH!" He screams at me. But gets interrupted by the sudden ringing of the door bell. 

My dad is quick to let me go and peer out the window of my room to the drive way. Starting to freak out a little when a car he doesn't recognize is in our drive way. He can't see who's at the door though. I stumble back and nock my lamp off of my night stand.

"He quickly looks at me. "You. Clean yourself and get in the shower. That should stall who ever is at the door, if they should need to speak with you. Be quick. And be smart about your words while you at it. " he says sternly while walking out of my room to greet who ever is at the door. pausing when I don't react fast enough. 
He doesn't Say anything he just looks back at me. Challengingly and I rush to get decent clothes and sprint into my bathroom. As he opens the door.

Closing my door I wipe at my eyes. Tears stinging them but I have to stop. I look at my already purple jaw. Luckily not broken. I turn on my shower as hot as it can go. 

(Time skip to after the shower)

I  reapply some mascara and step out of my bathroom. Hearing voices in the living room. Stern ones at that.

oh fuck 

I can believe this is happening again. At the same time. I can't believe I stood up to my dad and only got a couple of punches! I'm secretly proud of myself.

I find my phone and look at my messages. 
One missed call from Astra
Three missed calls from winter
Two messages from Winter
Seven messages from Caleb

I quickly text them all that i'm fine and I'll explain at school tomorrow. Immediately I get a call from Astra.... 

"Yeah?" I answer as smoothly as I can.
"I'm not gonna lie I'm in your drive way right now." She says bluntly

"What the fuck!" I whisper scream. "I'm in my window. Waving come over here. Someone is talking to my dad right now. Be very quiet and duck out of the way of the living room windows. I believe there wide open."
I say qucikly.

"okay on my way. I see you. " 
 I open my window and wait for her. And smoothly hops in and I shut it again. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask a little annoyed for some reason.

' I wanted to make sure you were okay. And well your friend Winter was worried too."

"Winter? How do you know her?" I ask curiously. Thankful I shut my door before hopping in the shower. 

Me and Winter have been friends for years. She has Beautiful Auburn hair that hangs down to her shoulder blades and she's 5'6.  With captivating green-blue eyes.

"I had a uh-flung with her once it doesn't really matter. What matters is if your okay? So are you?" She says softly brushing my question off.

"Yeah I guess. I stood up to him and -"

"RIAHA ARE YOU OUT OF THE SHOWER YET?"  My dad yells and I panic a little.

"Listen Astra, I don't mean to kick you out so soon but you have to go, lord only knows who's in my living room right now." 

She looks at me hesitantly. "What if I stay here or at least behind your house or something and wait for you to come back?" She asks hopefully.

"Fine. But I would rather you wait outside. If you don't mind. If my dad decides he's not done yelling at me then I don't want you to get an eye or an earful. But I really got to go." I say a little frantic as I hear my dads footsteps.  "Bye" I whisper out and leave my room.

"Hye Oh and hey wait!" She calls out.

I pause and whip my head around "Yeah?"

"You can call me ash" She says with a smile in her eyes. 

I smile in return and leave the room. 

"Coming dad!" 


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