Secrets (h.s)

7

i step inside and turn around to close the heavy door. once I lock it I take a second to breathe before turning around. i scream when I see my father standing in front of me.

"where the hell were you?" he says through gritted teeth, the smell of whiskey filled my nose.
i open my mouth to speak but can't seem to get any words out.  i glance into the living room and see my brother stroll in with a smirk on his face. he walks out the back door without a second look towards me.

i swallow and look back at my raging dad. i think about lying, and figure it'd probably help.

"something for school." I manage to squeak out.

"oh? I called the school. you left like normal. so, let's try this again. where were you?"

fuck. now I've dug an even bigger grave for myself.

"I was with a friend. forgot to tell you."

"tell me? you didn't even ask!" he starts yelling.

his grip on my upper arm tightens, surely going to leave bruises, as he drags me into the living room.

"what friend?" he snarls.

i ponder whether or not to tell him who it was, or rather even that it was a boy. no am I crazy? of course I can't tell him it was a boy. so I think of a random name. katelynn. perfect.

"her name is katelynn. she needed help with a school project." I further my lie.

his grip tightens even more, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in pain.
"katelynn who?"

fuck. didn't think of that part. so, being stupid, I think of the most used fake last name.

"smith."

my dad smiles maliciously at this. then surprisingly he lets go of my arm. but only to land a smack on my face, hard.

i squeal. he then punches me in my stomach, which causes me to fall down.

he kicks me a couple times before spitting out,"don't ever do that again, or you'll regret it."

then he walks into his room, slamming the door after. i manage to pull myself up. i trudge to my room, closing and locking the door after.

i manage to breathe out a few shaky, strangled breathes, before slumping further into the dark room. the black curtain hung straight on my window, blocking the outside world completely. my desk, that stretched all the way to the ceiling, was full of dark drawings and scribbles. the only light in the room were the fairy lights that lined the perimeter of the small square.

i groaned, pulling open the largest drawer on the side of my desk, full of papers and color pencils and pencils. but under all the mess was a first aid kit i used frequently. i pulled it out and clicked it open.
i cleaned the wounds and use a rubbing icepack for my face. i wrapped up some of the wounds and then put the kit away.

i turned the tv on then took my bra and pants off. i crawled into bed and closed my eyes, the icepack still on my face. i fell asleep like that, a few tears slipping down my face here and there.