My dad approaches me slowly.
"No dad please don't hit me" I whimper. He chuckles and to be honest that chuckle scares me. He was so sweet and caring till Tyler got killed. It wasn't my fault right? Tyler told me to run.
"Don't you for a second think that I'm going to pay attention to you and not hit you because you deserve it" he states.
I just want to die already.
"Come over here you worthless mutt" he says smirking. A dark, scary smirk.
"N-no!" I say trying to be confident , but failing miserably. He smirk falls of his face and a angered look replaces it.
"Who the hell do you think you are talking to? Huh?" He says coming closer to me. Since I was still in the floor he looks down at me with so much hate and disgust. I understand that one of his child died , but he still has me. Why can't he protect me more instead of hurting me.
He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulling my blonde locks harshly. I swallow down the lump in my throat. My eyes getting more and more watery by the second. How can a father do this to his own child?
Then with his other hand he grabs my neck and pulls my up so I'm at his level. His grip tightening.
"S-s-t-t-o..." I croak my voice trailing off as I felt the air leave my lungs. He looks back at me with a dark look. I feel my eyes get wider. I try to pull his hands off my neck , but he is stronger than I will ever be.
I start to kick my legs trying to find a way to get out of his grip.
He then slams me harshly against the ground. My head making contact with the floor. I grab a hold of my head holding it in pain while gasping for air.
"Next time you better be in school" he says. "Or I will do far more worst then that"
He kicks my sides 5 times before exiting my room. I stand up only to fall back again. I slowly start to catch my breath again. I sigh. Oh god my throat feels so dry. I feel like he broke my ribs. He kicked with so much force.
I close my eyes to stop the tears from coming out , but it's no use. They come out anyway. I sniffle.
I slowly get up holding myself up with the side of my small couch.
"Mia?"
I turn around to see Mike. He walks to me and engulfs me in a hug.
"Ow! Mike be careful" I say pushing him away slightly while holding my sides.
"I'm sorry Mia. I hate that you have to go through this" he replys with a frown on his lips.
"I know you do , but what can we do about? Nothing"
He nods sadly.
"Come on we have to go to school" he says handing me my backbag.
"Want me to put it on for you?" I nod as he slowly puts my backbag on me.
He hands me my textbooks and then grabs his. We walk out my room and down the stairs. When we get to the living room there is my dad. He looks towards us and shakes his head.
" What a whore" he says while looking at me to see would I would do or say. We ignore him and start to walk to school.
