Boxer Girl

Home-Chapter 3

Today was horrible. I can't believe he locked me in my room, I realize that now I really need to get out of here. This is what happened today...

~Sunday morning~

"R wake up and fuckin answer your phone already it's been ringing for the last while!" Millie yelled out. Well she's tired I thought as I fumbled with my phone to answer.

"Hel" "Where are you!!! You haven't been home at all to do your chores and make supper get your ass home now!" I sat up realizing that the person cut me off from saying a simple hello was dad. "I-I'm so s-sorry I'll be home soon" I stuttered out. Before the line went dead I heard him say you better be. My body froze with fear.

Millie and Tessa were sitting up. They heard some of the small conversation between us. I looked over at them trying to calm myself. I looked at their faces to see what emotion it told. Millie looked pissed off and Tessa well she looked pissed off also but sad.

My lips started trembling when it hit me that tonight's beating was gunna be bad. I felt my cheeks get wet and I knew I started crying.

Ten minutes later we pulled up infront of the house. Millie and Tessa kept asking me if I wanted them to stay and beat him up if he layed a finger on me but I knew if they came in they would get hit also. "Next weekend I'm gunna take you up on your offer Tessa" and with that I got out and mentally prepared myself for today.

I opened the door and went to my room immediately to put my stuff away. I changed in to thick jogging pants and a thick sweater and went to the kitchen started cleaning.

An hour later after I put the clean dishes I just washed and dryed away I started making lunch. I heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs. I did my best to ignore it tho as I continued making his favorite mac and cheese with hotdogs with salmon mixed in with a side of one grilled cheese and small thing of tomato soup.

"Hmm smells good I have something to tell you" he said. Something was wrong he seemed diffrent? He seemed happy and not drunk and angry. "Well face me you dumbass" I cringed there he is the usual him.

I turned and faced him, trying to keep my breathing stable. He looked at my attire and sneered in disgust. His eyes full judgement. He took a step towards me and I flinched back burning my hand on the stove. He smirked at the effect he had on me, having me scared of his every move. He stood taller and began to speak.

"Well as you know I'm leaving for the weekend. But I don't want to see your ugly slutty face so I'm leaving tomorrow morning" I watched as he walked over to a cabinet full of his alcohol. "But here's the catch I need to beat more sense in you since I decided to leaver earlier....but first serve me my food" I saw how my hands started to shake a bit, I gave him a nod and turned around. I quickly dished his food out and set it at his spot at the table.

After I washed the dishes I put the last pot back in its place as I heard his footsteps enter the kitchen. He walked in and chuckled at me as he came closer.

Next thing I knew he grabbed my hair and yanked back. I cried out in pain as I fell. My hair was grabbed again and he dragged me toward the living room. He let go and my head banged on the floor. He grabbed the thin glass vase and smashed it on my knee.
I laid there trying not to cry out in pain, I could feel blood drip down my calf. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block everything out.

He slapped my face and I could feel the sting of it. "Open your fucking eyes you ugly ass whore" he yelled in my ear. My body shook in fear and I opened my eyes and looked at him. He grinned and saw the fear in my eyes. "So how many guys did you sleep with last night?" He asked. I whispered out none doubting he heard me. He shook his head and signaled for me to stand up.

I stood up, my bottom lip trembling with fear. I closed my eyes wishing that this is all just a horrible vivid dream. But when I opened my eyes they were met with a pair of cold grey eyes. He punched me one last time in the stomach and walked away muttering how I should of died and not Joe. I laid there on my side wishing for the pain to leave. I crawled as fast as I could to my room so he wouldn't get mad and start beating on me again.

I opened my bedroom door and crawled into bed and broke down crying. Why me? I should have just died instead of Joe. It's all my fault, this all happened because of me. With that last thought I cried my self to sleep.

I woke up to him yelling for me to make him his supper. I stood up and cringed at the pain. But I still made my way to the kitchen to make him his dinner.

After I finished making him supper i quickly went to my room and locked the door. I laid in my bed and thought over the plan to move me out. I texted Tessa and Millie how he decided to leave tomorrow morning. I grabbed my homework from the floor and started on my math homework.

I looked at the clock and saw it was closing in on 2am. No homework doesn't take me that long I got sidetracked and started reading. I peeled out of the sweats and hoodie and put on shorts and a loose tank top.

I pushed everything off of my bed and reached for under my mattress. I pulled out a gummy snack and ate it before laying down and falling asleep.