The Cocky a**hole saved me.

Chapter one

Saturday 12:30 am.....

"Are you done speaking to me like I am a piece of shit like you." He said as he got a hand full of my hair and lifted me up from the floor.

"I'm s-sorry I didn't mean it!" I cried out. The tears blocked my vision but I could still see him. He reeked of alcohol when he came home.

"You little slut!" He said throwing me to the wall. The pain went straight to my back and I landed on the floor still stunned from the impact. Next thing I know I felt his foot hit my stomach.

I gasped as he kicked 2more times.

"If you ever speak to me like that again I'll do more than just kick you. Do you understand slut?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Louder!"

"Yes!"

"I'm going to bed I expect breakfast tomorrow at 6." He said as he stood up and went to his room.

I nodded still on the floor, once he left the room I grabbed my shirt and pulled it up to see 3big bruises on my stomach they are already a dark purple circles. When I saw what he did I cried from the pain of my stomach and the pain of being alone in this world.

After about what felt like days of crying I picked my self off the floor and walked to the freezer and got 2 ice packs and placed them on the bruises. The cold ice packs sooth the pain.

I slowly made my way to my bedroom and softly fell on my bed and closed my eyes crying my self to sleep once again.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing. I look and its 4:30.

My body was still aching from the beating from las night.

I click the snooze button and got out of bed slowly. As I walked to the door I glance at the full length mirror. I looked at my reflection and I was mostly bruises than skin. They were all over my face and arms and legs.

I showered and changed into a light blue sweatshirt with black leggings and put on my black converses.

I headed to the kitchen and got out eggs bacon and bread. I put the bread in the toaster and I put oil in the pan for the bacon and eggs.  After I put water in the coffee machine to get it going. Once everything was done I got two aspirin out of the cabinet and placed it next to the plate of food on the table. I hear him coming down the stairs and it hit me his beer!

I ran to the fridge even though it was painful and got a beer out but the beer can opener was not in its original place. It was to late.....

He's here.

He looked at me with one hand on the door frame and another on his head.

"No beer just coffee... And next time you should be ready."

'Thank you god I would have surly got a back hand to the face if he wanted beer.' I thought to myself.

I nodded and poured him a cup of coffee and set it on the table and moved out of his way.

He stumbled getting to his seat. Once he sat down he drank the aspirin and sipped his coffee.