Plastic

Useless

I snuck in through my window and into my bedroom. I got under my covers and went to straight to bed with no hesitation. I was exhausted after tonight.

I woke up to sound of the screams I had heard much too often. I sat there for a second thinking of the horrors that must be happening.
No.
I was not taking this anymore.
I got up and ran out of my room to find my mom on the floor with a hand mark across her cheek.
I leaned down next to her, teary eyed. "It's going to be ok. This ends now."
I got up and ran to my dad. He was the cause of this. He didn't deserve to be living, yet I live under the same roof as him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You do this every week."
He calmly looks at me and says "I do it because I love her."
I start laughing a depressing laugh. "You love her? You love her? You don't hit the people you love! Don't you see what your doing?!"
"Shay calm down right now. Do you want to be punished for this? I do this for the good of you-"
"JUST SHUT UP!!" I feel my fist go towards his face and get caught by his hand. He twists it and I feel a sharp pain go through my entire hand. I hear my mom screaming in the background, slightly washed out by the sound of my sobs. He leans over and whispers in my ear "you broke your hand when you tripped. Ok?"
I slowly nod my head while I'm curled up on the ground.
"Say it," he says.
"I Tripp-I tripped."

I know this was a short chapter but I thought it was a lot to process so I would leave it here. Thanks for reading!