Dangerous black ties

Where is it?!

"I'm alright," I say as I start walking out the door.

"Come on, I'm going to give you a ride home. I can't have you getting sick of me." He said it in a joking manner, giving me a small smile I've never seen before on his face.

"I guess so," I said as I followed him to his car. I open the door and climb inside. Following him. He places his key in the ignition and turns it on.

He clicks his seatbelt.

I do the same, looking out at the blurry surroundings as there is nothing clear. He turns on his windshield wipers.

And he starts to drive.

"Thanks for the ride," I whisper loud enough for him to hear me.

"You're welcome." He says, looking at the road, one hand holding the steering wheel as he shifts the car flawlessly. Effortlessly.

"Though I should be thanking you." He says this to me with a blank face.

"For what?" I asked curiously.

"Findings the shortage. Nobody else noticed a shortage of money, not even me." He said he was looking at me before looking back at the road.
We were at my house.

"It's my job, Mr. Greyson," I say opening the door.
"Thanks again; see you tomorrow morning," I said I was closing the door without waiting for a reply. I run to my front door to stop myself from getting torrentially downpoured on.

I unblock the front door and close it. Locking it back.
"I've been waiting for you to get home." My dad says this as he drinks his beer.

I stare at him, waiting for him to continue his thought.

"Where the fuck did you put my pipe?!" He snaps at me.

"I don't know," I say with question and fear.

"Well, you obviously moved it." He says, slamming the beer bottle on the coffee table.

I take a few steps away from him.

Obviously, this is not the right move.

His face contorted in anger.

He grabbed me by my hair and punched me on the cheek. Pain radiating from the area. Tears streamed down my face.

I pull my arms over my head and face to protect myself. He punches my arms a few times before turning his attention to my stomach.

He delivers a harsh blow to my stomach, making me bend over in pain. He shoves me down and kicks my stomach and back once more before leaving me on the ground, crying in pain. Pain.

Pain that radiates from my head to my toes.

I heard him slam his door shut.

After a while, I raise my body off the floor, noticing the puddling of tears from the beating I just took.
I knew why he did it. It just wasn't me.

I knew he was mentally unstable and ill. So I didn't ever hold it against him. The drugs fogged his mind.
Before the drugs, he was a good man.

I practically drag myself to the kitchen to make dinner for us.

My stomach and back ached. Not to mention my cheek.

I make quick work of preparing food. Placing my dad some in a container to eat later. I knew if he didn't get his food tonight, tomorrow would be even worse for me.

I grab my own plate and walk to my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I eat slowly, and my mouth hurts with movement.
More soft, silent tears streamed down my face.
My plate was less than half empty. I just didn't have an appetite.

I threw the food away and washed my plate. Along with all the dishes from dinner. Every single moment hurts. The sound of the running water is thankfully hiding my sounds of pain.

I walk to my bedroom once again, closing the door softly behind me.

I get undressed and look at the new bruises and red marks on my body. My cheeks were red and bruised. Starting to swell.

I remember getting myself an ice pack after my shower.

It was my hair and body. I was whimpering as my hands moved across my battered body.

I step out, my body shaking and my teeth shattering from pain. I get dressed and grab a bottle of water from my bag and aspirin.

I swallowed the pills to ease my pain.
I grab myself an ice pack for my cheek. So the swelling will go down. I'll be able to hide the bruising a lot more easily.

I lay down on my bed. Feeling the cold sensation on my cheek. I look outside.

The trees were swaying in the wind aggressively.
Stray trash is blowing in the wind.
Watching the rain pour. Lightning flashes every now and then Thundering and booming, echoing through the air.

The rain hitting the roof was putting me in a trance. The goal was to sleep. It did so with ease. I closed my eyes and fell asleep before I even realized
I had.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Pain. I grab more pills, taking a couple extra to help four pills lay in my palm. I twist a new bottle of water and take the pills. Chugging the bottle down quickly. I set the almost-thawed ice back on my nightstand. I make slow steps to the bathroom. Heading back to bed. I lay down and listened to the rain still going as it continued to pour. Softly singing to me a lullaby. I rest my head against the soft pillow. My body hurt just from the bed I laid down on. I reach over, grabbing my phone. I squinted at the new light sensation and set an alarm on my phone to cover my bruised cheek. I close my eyes. For the second time tonight. Sleep was a war that I lost. Not that I was actually fighting, but it consumed me with ease. There was no difficulty at all. From the amount of pain I was in, sleep was probably the best.