On The Edge

Day 2:

      My head hurt so badly. He was gone though, as soon as I woke up he was not there anymore. I stood up and started looking around. This was not my room, what happened last night? I couldn't remember anything. I walked towards the bathroom to wash my face, all my makeup was messed up, and just great I didn't have my bag so I couldn't fix it. I was so ugly. After a while I decided to go and explore. 

As I went down the stairs the smell of weed grew stronger each time. Then I saw him, sitting down in the couch lighting a spliff. His eyes concentrating on the fire. 

"What happened last night? Where am I?" I asked as I tried opening my eyes.

"You woke up Skyler, yeah about last night sit down we need to talk about that." He said, I remembered him but I didn't know his name though.

"Ok, I don't think i know your name. And how do you know me?" I asked really confused.

"Oh yeah sorry 'bout that, I'm Anthony but most know me by Tony.  And last night lets say you were pretty drugged and you followed me and a man. You got beat up pretty badly and I could've been killed but for my amazing thinking the man ended up killing himself. And you are in my house, my parents aren't home so its ok." He said.

"Oh gosh, I need a spliff." I said as he passed me the blunt. 

"I see so Skyler here smokes weed." He said jokingly. "And she knows some tricks too! Damn!" He said as I made smoke rings. That thing was good. 

We spent most of the time smoking weed. It was getting late, it was getting darker each time and I still didn't know what time it was. He was a cool guy or well he seemed to be cool. He was gorgeous though, his black hair covering his blue eyes, black skinny jeans paired with a pierce the veil shirt, his snakebites and of course the grey beanie and black vans. He looked really hot. I didn't want to go but i had to. My dad was probably going to kill me if I don't go home tonight. 

"Hey listen, I'm spending a great time but I think I should get going or my dad will kill me." I said as i stood up.

"Yeah yeah i get it, want me to give you a ride or walk with you?" He asked as he stood up also.

"No its fine I can umm walk by myself. I'll be alright."

"Ok well if you need anything you know were I live and i put my phone number on your phone." He said as he walked with me towards the door. 

As I walked down the street the only thing i could think of was how my dad was going to react. He is gonna be mad at me and beat me up if no ones home but if someones home then he will probably contain his anger and then beat me up. Oh gosh I couldn't even bare calling him my father, for me he was Dave. I wish mom would've never die, none of this wouldn't happen. Anthony's house was 10 streets away from mine, not that far away. As I walked towards the doorstep I heard a screaming. I searched for the keys and opened the door as quick as possible, it was my little sister Angela crying as my dad threw a bottle at her. 

"SHUT THE F*CK UP YOU PIECE OF SH*T" Screamed Dave at her. 

"STOP WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? SHE IS ONLY F*CKING SEVEN YEARS OLD! LEAVE HER ALONE YOU COWARD" I had to defend Angela I couldn't let Dave hit her, I knew something was going to go bad but I had to defend Angela.

"Oh look who's here! Why did you come? I told you to not come anymore!" He screamed at me as he walked towards me.

"I came for Angela I can't let her here with someone like you!" I said back. I was scared but i couldn't show it, i had to be brave.

"She is my daughter NOT YOURS! You also disturbed me you know what this means." He said back as he grabbed me by the neck. His breath smelled like alcohol. 

He pulled my hair and slammed me against the wall. I fell to the floor, he picked me up and punched me right in the face. I fell again, and he started kicking me. I needed to scream but i knew it would only make it worse. I just stayed there trying to contain myself. 

"Next time you better control yourself." He said as he pushed me up.

I ran upstairs to my room. I didn't know were Angela was, she was probably hiding. I shut the door as quietly as I could. Tears started coming down my cheeks. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to cut myself again. I hated my life. I couldn't take this anymore.  I took out the razor blade and slashed it through my arm. One cut, two cuts, three cuts. I couldn't stop.  Tears came streaming down my face. I couldn't I just couldn't. I hated everything. I couldn't take it.