Bruised.

Beaten.

CHAPTER FOUR

I walk back to my apartment. Walk up the stairs. I stare at the door handle for a minute, deciding if i should go inside. I open the door and I see my dad on the couch, sipping more beer. I try to sneak past him. 

"Cassandra wheres my money?" he slurs 

My heart starts beating fast.

"I have no money dad I'm sorry." I say with worry

I run to my room and shut the door and twist the lock. I hear pounding on the door. 

"Money Cassandra I need my money!" I hear behind the wooden door.

I start to cry in the corner in a fetal position. He's so strong he could beat the door down. I hear a loud noise. I pray he didn't break the door. I don't look up. I feel a hard hit on my head, a sharp pain in my leg and a grunt from my dad. I start sobbing more, He takes the lamp I got from my mom and hits me over the head with it. I feel sharp pain, blood. I feel dizzy. I take a deep breath and everything goes black.

I see my mom. Shes reaching for me, Her beautiful silky brown hair and hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her face like an angel. I almost touch her hand when I start to feel pain, my mom disappears. I open my eyes. My head is bleeding, my body's shaking. I can't stop. I lay in the corner. Thinking I'm going to die, When I see out of that hole in my door, my dad, passed out. I try to get up. I can't move. I try again. My knees give out. I hit my bleeding head on the wall. I look at the time, 7:30. Carter's party's in a half hour. I try to get up again, success, I sneak to the bathroom, Get a washrag and clean off my face. I have blood in my hair. I wash out my blood covered hair and I look at my head. My head is throbbing. There's a cut, not to bad. It should heal by its self. I look at my face. I hate my dad for making me look like this. I sneak back to my room and put makeup on the shame. My head hurts. But I put on my orange sweatshirt, put my sneakers on and I'm ready for this party.