Finding A Home

Chapter 9

I made it to the party. Rose and Rosie were talking up a storm.

Rose:Question, I thought you were at least 22. Cammie over here is telling me you're sixteen and met at a party where you were all drinking! Wtf child!

Rosie: Wait what! You're sixteen? I feel so betrayed. I let you drink from my own wine glass.

Me: Well yeah. I'm sixteen. I have a fake I.D. that says I'm 21. If that helps

Rosie: I just. You're under age. We could go to jail for this. Are you wanting us to go to Jail Allie!

Shannon: Hey I didn't know she was Sixteen either I'm not even sure how Cam knew.

*everyone laughs*

Me: I mean I can go if it's gonna be like that now!

*Stevie and Ally come in*

OMG YOU GUYS MADE IT, Rosie screams.

Stevie: I'm so happy to see you all. But Allie How'd you get all those bruises?

Shannon:I was gonna ask the same thing. But I didn't want to over step.

Me:it's nothing guys. It's absolutely nothing.

Stevie dropped it because she knew I wasn't gonna say it. She felt bad because she knew she shouldn't of asked in front of everyone anyway. Plus, Ally gave her a death look. Stevie can't handle that look.

The party ended and we had an amazing time. I felt free. Which scared me. Again. I was halfway home and realize I forgot to change out of my clothes. But it was late. My father should be asleep anyway.

I got home and walked in the house. Mom stayed over and my grandmother house because granny has been feeling sick. Dad,well. He was awake. He was drunk.

I tried running to my room so I wouldn't have to face him. Everytime mom isn't around its a beating..
He grabbed me and asked where I thought I was going. "You're dressed dirty again. Do I have to teach you another lesson." I told him no and I begged him for mercy. "Don't act like you don't like it." He says.

Once he's finished I run up to my room. I began praying. For me to die. For me him to take the gay away so I'd stop being punished. For everything to just stop. To stop the pain. To stop me from breathing. I just wanted it all to stop. Tears streamed down my face like rivers. I could hardly see from the tears. And what was left from the black eye of course. I decided that if he wasn't going to stop the pain. I'd just have to do it myself..