I hung up the phone and sat there on the floor until he got here. Minutes passed then I heard a knock on the door, I went to open it and Dylan was just standing there. He saw me covered in blood.
"Breonna, what did you do?" , he asked.
"I had to." I said. "I had to kill him Dylan, I'm sorry!"
He pushed me aside and walked into the house, he saw the body there on the floor.
"Umm, go wash up and change I'll call the police." , he said.
"No! Don't!" , I begged.
"It's okay, this was all out of self defense. " , he informed.
He kissed my forehead. " Go. " , he said.
I ran to go get in the shower, I took off the bloody clothes and threw them aside, I hopped in the shower and washed my hair and my body. I hurried and got out, I got dressed and ran back downstairs.
"Dylan!" , I yelled.
"I'm here, I'm here." , he responded.
I ran into his arms and we stood there. I heard sirens in a distance, I started to tear up. He grabbed my face.
"Don't cry." He said. "Everything will be alright, I promise."
I heard a knock at the door. "Police! Open up."
I slowly walked to the door and opened it, they walked inside and saw my dads body, lying there on the floor. I started crying.
The police officer questioned me, Dylan stayed by my side the whole time. When we were done we sat there on the curb, talking.
"I'll take care of you Breonna, I promise. And we'll get you help."
"Help?" , I responded, nervously.
"I saw the scars Bre. I know you cut yourself." , he said.
I didn't know what to say, I looked down at the ground, embarrassed. He held me, not saying a word. He kissed my forehead.
"It'll be alright. I promise." , he said.
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My Story
Teen FictionHi, my name is Breonna. I'm 16 years old. I live in a home with my father, who abuses me. My mother died when I was six, that's when my dad started to drink.. I have no friends, I'm barely noticed. I was raped.. I've never told anyone. I cut myself...
