My fighter(Matt Rempe imagines)

Save me please(019)

(I would like you to give you a tigger warning for this chapter, there is slight abuse. if you don't feel comfortable with abuse please skip ahead to the bottom, there's something you should read.)

I'm at home, not a place i want to be. But i have nowhere else to go. I can't live with Matt because he's always gone, my friends don't live here in new york, my siblings don't talk to me anymore, i have no one and nothing.

When i hear the backdoor slam i know its my dad. I can hear him grunting and cursing under his breath.

I need to get out, a hotel, i can stay at a hotel for a couple of days. I grab a decent sized bag and start packing it. I know it's not much but it's all i can do for now.

And i know, a 20 year old living with her parents still? Again i literally have nowhere to go. Even if i did he would find out.

After my siblings left this toxic environment they cut all strings, even from me. And it hurts, they were the only ones looking after me. The only ones making sure dad couldn't hurt me.

I hear dad go into the room in the back. I quietly open my door and slowly shut it behind me. I make sure my phone is on silent so it doesn't make a noise.

As i'm walking i make a loud creaking noise. I freeze hoping dad didn't hear me. When i realize he didn't hear me i continue walking. I make it three feet from the door before dad comes running down the hall.

I run trying to get back to my room.

"Come here you little shit!" He screams at me.

I keep running, i don't say anything because i don't want to make the situation worse than it already is. I make it to my door and open it.

I slam the door shut and lock it. I grab something heavy and place it in front of the door. I can hear dad bagging on the door trying to get it.

"Open the door goddamnit." He says still banging on the door.

I open my closet door and sit inside. I rock back and forth putting my hands over my ears. I whisper to myself "It'll be okay." even if it isn't.

When i feel a buzz in my back pocket. It's Matt.

Matt❤️-Want to spend the night tonight?

I don't even know if i can get out. I don't hear my dad so i open my closet door. I'm grabbed my someone and thrown on my bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says with scotch coming off his breath.

"No where." I say trying to hold my tears in.

I'm sitting down with him standing in front of me. He grabs my bag and empties it onto the floor. I wince knowing how this will go.

He raises his hand and hits my face. I immediately bring my hands to my cheeks and hold it. The stinging feeling gets worse as i lightly touch it.

"Dad please." I say with a tear falling down my face.

"Shut your mouth." He says pointing at me.

He goes to my wall and rips pictures of Matt and i off. He crumbles the pictures and throws them on the floor. A light squeal leaves my mouth.

"Dad stop please!" I say with more tears coming down my face.

He comes up and slaps me again. This time more powerful.

I look at him in shock. His eyes are wide, his breath is heavy, his face is red. He's mad and i just don't really know why.

"I told you to shut your mouth!" He screams in my face.