Loved

Afterwards

Rachel's POV
I watched as my parents and Garfield talked about all kinds of things, but that was last night. It's 7th period on Friday. My band teacher wasn't here, so we had to go outside to the stadium and wait for 7th period to end. 7th period is boys sports. Boy's track was out running the track. I saw Gar. Then they got a water break and Gar took off his shirt. I blushed from my seat, I hoped he didn't see it. Even though he was my boyfriend I was still nervous around him, also I didn't know he was that muscular. I look at him still blushing, he looked at me and a grin fell across his face. He began to flex his muscles. I mouthed stop. He smiled and began to run again. He got finished with 4 laps when the bell rang. He ran into the changing room. I grabbed my stuff and walked down onto the track. He walked out and was about to grab me and kiss me, but I stopped him. "What is it?" He asked. "You stink" I said pinching my nose. "You still love me" he said sarcastically. "No not when you stink" I said. He laughed and grabbed my hand. We walked to his car. We drove to my house in silence. I got out at my house and there was a black truck in the front. I knew this truck, it was my dad's truck. I ran in screaming for my mom. She was sitting next to my stepfather across from my father. "What are you doing here " I screeched at my father. My mom answered for him" he wants a day with you" " no" I screamed. "He just wants an hour, Rachel" my mom said. I didn't answer I ran to my room. I took off my dark purple velvet dress to were I was in my black lace bra and underwear. I looked in the mirror at myself. The long scars running down my sides and the one I showed gar. Maybe I could give him an hour. I put on a pair of jeans and a tshirt. I walked back into the living room. " I'll give you an hour no more no less if I'm not back in an hour I want you to call the police mom" I said. "Great one hour" my father said happily. We got into his car and drove to his house. 10 minutes had past. We talked about things he told me he was sorry. 15 minutes. I went to the bathroom and came out and we talked more. 25 minutes. I began to wonder if he had changed, but underneath that I knew what he had done and he couldn't sugarcoat anything with an I'm sorry or I was acting stupid. 27 minutes. So, I went to the bathroom because dick was blowing up my phone. Then I heard a crash. I walked into the living room. My dad was drinking alcohol. Oh no! It's happening again. He appeared already intoxicated. "Hello Rachel how about we have some fun" he said walking up to me. "How about no" I said. I punched my dad in the face. This only made him mad. He started throwing me around and hitting me. He pulled out a knife and cut my neck. He grabbed one of broken bottles and stabbed me in the leg. I crawled to the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. I put the phone to my ear. "911 what's your emergency" said the line lady. " help my dad is abusing me he stabbed me in the leg with a broken bottle, cut me on my neck, and has be throwing me around. I've lost a lot of blood. I feel like I'm going to past out. Please hurry" I said. Then I hanged up. Then my dad knocked down the door. It broken into two pieces. The smaller piece hit my head. My head pounded. I heard my phone calling someone I didn't know who but I certainly didn't have time to hang up. My father grabbed me by my hair and slung me across the room. Then I heard a voice "hello Rachel are you ok is that screaming " it was Garfield. "Garfield please help me I'm with my father I hurt" I said. "Where are you? " he asked. " may bell it's about 2 miles away from your house hurry " I said. Then my phone died. My father grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. "Who do you keep calling" he said. "None of your business" I said. Then I kicked him in the knee. Then I heard a knock on the door. "Go away" my father screamed. Then the door busted down. I was Garfield. He looked pissed. He grabbed my fathers hand right as he was about to hit me. Garfield threw him off of me. Garfield looked at me with shock. I could see the anger raging through him. My father roared with anger, he stared running towards Garfield. Garfield clinched his fist and punched my father in the face as hard as he could. My father stumbled back. He looked up his nose was bleeding. It was broken. Garfield's hand had blood on it. Garfield pushed him so hard he fell back into the couch. Garfield ran over to me. "Are you ok" he said. "I can feel my legs" I stammered. His eyes were full of shock and concern. He fought back tears. He clinched his fist and punched my father in the face. My father grabbed a chair and hit Garfield over the head. I saw Garfield fall down then I heard sirens and my fission blurred and I fell unconscious.