Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 19

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We walked out to the little patio and leaned against the railing. Its actually pretty out here at night. Lights are lit up around the trees and bushes.

"So tell me about yourself." Colson speaks up.

"What do you want to know?" I question.

"Like what you like to do, how old are you, where you're from, what kind of music you listen to. You know stuff like that."

He wants me to tell him all of that? It feels like I'm getting ready to tell him about my whole autobiography.

"Well I'm sixteen, I'm from Miami, I like to read and text. Uh the kind of music I listen to is Pop, R&B, Hip-Hop and Rap. So yeah that's kinda it." I shrug.

"Cool. Who are some of your favorite artists?" he asks.

"Um the main people I listen to are Justin Bieber, One Direction and Drake."

"I kinda like Drake too. He's pretty cool."

"Yeah. So you tell me about yourself." I tell him.

Colson gives me a nervous look and chuckles. He runs his hand through his hair and clears his throat. I don't see why he's nervous to tell me some stuff about himself. He literally just told me that he almost beat some guy to death. Its not that hard to tell me a few things he likes to do.

"Uh I'm sixteen as you know. I'm from California, I like to play video games and smoke." We both laugh at the last part. "I don't listen to music much but every here and there I do. The kind of music I listen to mostly is Pop. I don't really have a favorite artist and yeah that's basically it." he says folding his arms.

Colson and I talked for a few hours getting to know each other better. He's pretty cool minus the lunatic part, but he's not bad at all.

After we talked we went back to our rooms to get ready for bed. I was pretty tired today.

It was a little hot in my room, so I turned the A/C up a few notches. Before I climbed into bed I took my pants off. It gets hot throughout the night and I hate sleeping in sweatpants when its hot. I placed my pants on the chair and turned the light off. I climbed in bed and pulled the covers up over my bottom half. Not even five minutes of laying down I drifted off to a deep slumber.

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"You stupid little shit!" my father yells at me.

He comes raging towards me and grabs me by the hair, throwing my body across the room. I crash into the wall, hitting my head, landing with a loud thud. I can hear my bones crush inside of me. A groan escapes my lips as I try to get off the floor.

"You're going to repay for what you've done to me!" he yells. He comes towards me again and I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping someone will help me.

But no one ever came.

He pulled me up by my shirt with one hand and lifted me into the air. His other hand balled my hair into his fist and yanked at it. I yelped in pain as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Let me go!" I scream. "Get off of me!"

He slowly lets go of me and I drop to the floor. Before I could even get up and run away he kicks me in the side. I grunt in pain, clutching at my side. He kicks me two more times then bends down and slaps me across the face. I cry harder hoping for him to stop.

I'm in too much pain to fight him off. He strikes me again and this time I feel my lip rip. Blood is now oozing in my mouth with the mix of salty tears. The next thing I know he's holding his fist up getting ready to punch me in the face.

"Please don't punch me!" I cry. "Please!"

But of course he doesn't listen and punches me square in the mouth. More blood forms in my mouth and I spit it out on him, which infuriated him more. He quickly puts both of his hands around my neck and presses down hard. My airway is slowly being cut off and I'm trying to pry his hands off.

"I can't b-breathe." I struggle to speak. "A-air."

Since he wouldn't remove his hands from my neck I used to of my fingers and poked him in the eyes. He screamed covering his eyes with his hands.

"What the fuck?! You dumb fucker!" he yells furiously.

I began coughing trying to regain my breathing. Once I could breathe properly I took this as my chance to run away. I ran as fast as I could to the front door but by the time I have the door open, I feel hands around my ankles. They yank at my ankles making me fall to the floor.

"HELP!" I scream as loud as I could.

-made this chapter a bit shorter too

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