Will I find my way??

Chapter 15

Later that night ~
Maya's POV:

I opened the front door slowly as i walked in .

"Your late!" My dad said loudly.

"You told me to be home at 7:00 and it's 6:40. " i said already anyoned that i had to come back for my things .

I was about to walk to my room until my dad called me into the living room.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room where he was sitting in a chair with a bottle of spirtus polish vodka in his hand.

probably drunk off his ass. I thought to myself.

"Who said you could go over that little hood nigga's house and just come up in here when ever you feel like it ?...You better not be pregnant ." He added.

"He's not a hood nigga ..... And I'm not pregnant ... By the way I'm the one Who said i can come and go when ever i want because your ass is always drunk . On top of that I've been staying with jazz . You should I could come get my shit so don't start questioning me ." I said muttering the last part.

"Excuse me... What did you say?"
He said with a deep frown.

"You heard me ." i said walking to my room .

"You little bitch , get over here." he said instructing me to stand in front of him.

I hesitated at first but I knew if I didn't do what my father wanted then he would do everything in his power to keep me here .

I stood there in silence until he pulled me on his lap out of nowhere.

"What are you doing ? " I said

"Just relax ." He said rubbing his free hand up and down my inner thigh while he put his lips on my neck.

"What are you doing ?  Iget off me!" I said trying to get out of his grasp. My dad stayed silent continuing.

"Get the hell off me !" I yelled struggling to get away from him.

"Shut up Bitch  ! " He snapped back putting his free hand in My paints.

"Please stop !" I begged while I kept trying to get out his grasp . My father kept traveling through my paints then he put one of his fingers inside my entrance , moving it back and froth.

"Help me !" I screamed loudly trying to get out of his grasp once more.

He squeezed my body tighter with his free arm once more while still holding his bottle . I didn't know what else to do so I just did what came to my mind. I managed to get my arm free so I hit him repeatedly in the face with my elbow so he would let go.

He finally let go then I  dashed towards the door . I got to the door and started to unlock the locks until my dad grabbed my  shoulder and through me on the floor.

I could feel my left arm going numb when I hit the hard wood floor .

My heart was racing supper fast , I was so lost in my thoughts thinking about my mom and all the memories I have of her an the memories we had as a family that I didn't notice what was going on.

My dad started punching and smacking me in the face . I was kicking and screaming which made his blood boil , so he unbuckled his paints and started dragging me in my bedroom and closed the door........
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"Help me !" I screamed.