My Savior (H.S.)

Chapter 2

Katelynn's POV

"Why the fuck were you late?!"

I jumped at the sudden booming voice that, sadly, belonged to my dad. I dreaded coming back home knowing that there's a dad waiting for his punching bag, any little thing can set him off into a never ending beating frenzy. School ends at 3:20 but if I got here past 3:25 then I'd get a beating, Which is everyday since it takes 10 minutes to walk home .. but I took extra long today from my dilemma with those guys and Harry. I blush at the thought of him but soon realize I'm home and in a few seconds I getting my ass whooped into next week.

Footsteps stomped towards the doorway and there appeared my wonderful, amazing dad. (A/N: Hint the sarcasm)

He grumbled taking long strides until his hand was able to reach my neck and wrap around it tightly, pushing me against the door. From the corner of my eye I could see my mom sitting there silently, acting like nothing was happening. My blood boiled with rage once  again from watching my mom sitting there doing nothing to help me or to stop my dad from damaging me any further.

"Answer me! Why. Were. You. Late?" he asked me, his grip on my neck getting impossibly tighter. I started seeing dots everywhere and swirls becoming more visible by the second.

Through the chokes and breathes I managed to speak up. "I-I'm-" breathe "-sorry. I l-lost track of-" breathe/cough "-time"

I'm small and he's pretty strong, so with his free hand he uppercut my stomach causing all the air to disappear from my lungs completely.

I dropped to the ground on my hands and knees gasping for air. I had completely forgotten he was standing right in front of me, until I felt a sharp kick to my ribs.

Tears poured out of my eyes continuously from so much pain this bastard caused.

"Don't" kick "Ever" kick "Be" kick "Late" kick "Again!" with his strongest and final kick he gave, I heard the sound of my bones cracking. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream in agony, coughing up a small amount of blood.

I whimpered when I tried standing back up. "Shut up you bitch! Don't even think about getting up, it'll be a lot worse! I go through a lot worse, knowing I still have to deal with you!" He spat at me in such disgust, I could feel hate, disappointment, regret from making me, and disgust just radiating off of him. I hate my life. But most of all, I hate him.

I look up towards my mom and see endless tears running down her face. I narrow my eyes at her wondering why the hell she's crying, I'm the one getting my ass beat.

"Mom, please-" A huge wave of nausea came over me compelling the strength in my arms to give out. My vision was surrounded with black, while my entire body decided to start shutting down. Before passing out I heard my dad mumble under his breathe but loud enough for only my ears to hear.

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I woke up feeling extremely sore. But when I woke up and looked around my surroundings, I wasn't at home in front of the door way. I was in a.. hospital?

After 3 hours of poking and x-rays, the doctors reported to my parents saying I had broken ribs, internal bleeding, and bruising a long my left rib. Their stupid excuse was that I was skating down a hill, but I lost control and fell onto a bunch a big rocks. Fucking bullshit.

The car ride was silent but, the only thing heard was my dad heavy breathing. When I looked over to him his knuckles were white from his tight grip on the steering wheel. My mom nor I ever dared to even speak or squeak a noise when he was like that. Last time I did, I couldn't walk for an entire week.

Suddenly the car jerked to the right taking us off the main road and onto the gravel.

My dad stepped out then stomped his way over to my side, yanking the car door open.

I yelped when he harshly grabbed my arm back, his grip tightening. I looked up at him with wide eyes and a scared look on my face, for a second I thought I saw regret flash behind his eyes, but not even a second later his eyes went back to a darker shade.

He starred at me intensely until he finally spoke up. "If you come home late again, I can promise you, you won't make it out alive" I noticed a small smile tug at his lips, but immediately went back to his frown. His jaw was so clenched I was surprised it hadn't broken from how much pressure it had on it. I was so angry at myself when I would let him do this shit to me, but I knew if I fought back it'd be a lot worse. I learned it the hard way.

I was angry with myself  when I felt a tear slip out of my eye. I angrily wiped it away. I took deep breathes before finally speaking up.

I gulped down my fear. "I'd rather be dead than living my life in this hell." I spat my words, hoping to get some spit in his face. I spoke my words in honestly and hoping these won't be my last words

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Sorry, no Harry /: But I just wanted to fill you in on how Katelynns life is. Ugh ): Vote, and Comment. Love you .x