She's So Sweet

Please Paige

Daisy

The remainder of the evening had consisted of watching a movie until reluctantly, I had to be taken home.

Paige had begged for me to stay, but I knew I needed to go home.

The mere thought of father sitting in his chair, beer in hand. Waiting for me. Sent chills down my spine.

Looking out to the front door from Paige's passenger seat, it's as if my heart had stopped.

"Daisy? Did you forget something?" She questions.

I hadn't realized that for several minutes I had just sat there, motionless.

"No- no sorry, just tired. Thank you Paige.. for today" my words trail off as I turn to her.

Her hand reaches up to cup my cheek as she leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Okay, text me before you go to bed yeah?"

I nod, not wanting to get out of the car to face what I can only guess is a drunk and angry father.

The air is cold against my bare arms and legs, but I don't pay mind to it as I head for the door.

The house is quiet as I close the door behind me. There's the faint sound of football coming from the living room tv.

"Daisy! Is that you?!" His loud voice echos through the house.

No matter how much I wanted to walk back out that door, to the comfort of Paige's arms, and tell her to take me anywhere but here, I couldn't.

"Y-yes, it's m-me dad" I say, voice cracking as I do.

"Get your ass in here!"

I place my keys and phone on the table.

I have to will my body to move. My knees ready to give out as I come to stand in front of my father.

The smell of alcohol and smoke fills my nose, burning and causing a headache.

"Now where the fuck, have you been" he spits. Not bothering to even get out of his chair.

"I- well I went out w-with a friend, I'm sorry I l-lost track of time" I stutter.

"W-w-well I don't give a fuck! You weren't home to make dinner and there's no more beer! What have I told you! You're home when you ain't working at that stupid ass bakery! And you don't got no fuckin friends so where were you huh? The fuck were you doin" he grunts, getting up out of his chair, he towers over my frame.

My father is a former college football player, he stands at 5'9 and is a big man. With his loud voice and big self I have never been able to stand up, never been able to speak up.

"I swear dad, I- I was with a friend promise. I'm sorry I didn't make it home on time I promise it won't happen a-again, I swear" the smell of alcohol and sweat reek from him as he stands before me.

"It better fucking no- well, now what the fuck are these huh!" He grits, gripping my neck turning me to the mirror beside the fire place.

Littered over my neck, are purple bruises. Hickies.

"You been sleepin around huh? You're a whore just like your mother. What, you one of them fags too huh? That's where you been all day? Whoring around?" He breaths down my neck, his grip tightening as he says this.

No. No no no. This can't be happening.

"No! No dad please. I'm sorry! That's not true I promise!" The world spill from my mouth. Not comprehending what is even happening. Whats about to happen.

In a matter of seconds im thrown into the mirror. Glass shattering everywhere, shards piercing my skin.

My foot's grabbed and I'm being dragged back into the middle of the room. A kick is sent to my stomach, pain erupts as I cough, struggling to breathe.

"You're a slut. I should've known you'd go whoring around. This'll teach you a lesson" his foot connects with my face, biting my tongue and blood fills my mouth.

My wrist is gripped and I'm tugged to my feet. His hand is quick to wrap around my throat, blocking me from taking in any air. My fingers scratch at his arms, I feel his skin under my nails.

"You're fucking lucky I don't kill ya" he spat.

My body is shoved backwards, my middle back hitting his chair. I scream as his boot meet my stomach, then my legs, then my arms.

His hand finds his way back to my throat, bending down he cusses in my ear.

I need to get out of here.

That's all that was racing through my head. My hand fumbles beside me, just trying to find something, anything.

My hand meets the feeling of cold glass. It's a beer bottle. I can feel my eyes growing tired, the oxygen leaving my body as I gasp for air.

And I swing. My arm swings the beer bottle as hard as it can at his head. His grip loosens as he falls over to his side. I suck in a breath.

And then I'm running.

I bolt up right. My body's in a state of shock as I run out of the room. Grabbing my phone from the table, I rip open the door.

And I run.

Barefoot, I run down the street.

I don't look back as tears roll down my face. My legs hurt. My back hurts. Everything hurts. But I run.

I can feel blood running down my body from almost everywhere.

A sob rakes over my body.

My body grows tired as I near a park. My legs grow weak, the grass under my feet feels soothing from the gravel. And then I drop.

My body gives out as I fall to the grass below me.

My hand trembles as I bring my phone to my face. Tears fall onto the screen as my hands weakly fumble for her number.

She's the one I need. The one who can save me.

It rings. Once, then twice.

And she picks up.

"Hey baby, what's up?" I can hear her smile through the phone.

"Paige.. please.. help me" I cry, and I can't hear what she says, because I'm so tired.

So, so tired..

And then my body falls over, onto the grass, and everything's black.

Please Paige,

Help me.

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Authors note

Heyyy

So, little bit of a sadder chapter, but things will get better soon!

Everyone say it together "we hate Daisy's dad!"

And I hope all you lovelies have an amazing rest of your weekend;)