Behind Closed Doors [On Hold]

Panic!

Sophie's P.O.V.
I panicked at soon as I got two steps from the door. My hands were visibly shaking and my breathing was abnormally shallow.

I could see them through the curtains moving around. My "mother" was pacing the floor as he was trying to calm her down.

I tried to stick to the shadows as I made my way to my bedroom window. Once there I looked inside and took in a shocked breath at the mess.

Everything was on the floor. And I mean everything. My bed was turned over. She literally flipped it. My clothes were strewn all over the room. My dresser was knocked over and my mirror was broken on the floor. My closet door was halfway off its hinges for goodness sake. Just looking at the mess I knew she had found my journal.
I could just imagine her reading it with disgust. Probably ripped out the pages.

My stomach churned at the idea of having to face her. This was all because I was gone for the weekend. It shouldn't even count as the whole weekend because I only stayed for one night...

I couldn't stop shaking. My heart was beating faster than it ever has before. It was from the fear.

I could feel it slowly taking over. It started from my stomach and made its way around body. Slowly seeping into every corner of my mind. Then I felt numb. I felt nothing and I liked it.

Without another thought I walked through that front door and as soon as I stepped inside I swear the world stopped. If for just a moment everything felt somewhat normal. Then it exploded.

My "mother" came rushing at me as he stood back. Watching and taking it all in. I could feel his eyes raking my body. Trying to decipher wether or not I had had sex in the past twenty four hours.

I barely felt as she grabbed my arm and yanked me inside while giving me the ugliest glare I've ever seen. In that moment I knew she wished she'd never had me. She had just barely closed the door when she was on me. She started yelling at me, the loudest I've ever heard her. I knew her hands had left a bruise on my arm but I didn't feel a thing. Except for when she basically slammed my head into the corner of the wall.

I could feel the warm blood flowing down my face from the newly made cut. My vision blurred and I fell. She started pulling my hair to get me to stand up, that's when I really felt the pain. I could feel the cut opening wider. I felt disgusted as I screamed out in pain. I tried to reach up to get her to stop but from all the blood that was coming out of my body I couldn't. I felt weak and scared. I didn't know any parent could ever be this cruel. I swear ever since he came into her life she's changed. Plus the fact that my dad had left her.

I was standing and I didn't like it. My legs could barely hold me up and my eyesight has gone to shit. I started to feel the darkness take over. But I couldn't let it get to me. I fought to keep my eyes open and my legs moving as she basically dragged me to my room. She pushed me to the floor and my hand was cut by the glass lying there just waiting to be of some use. It was no use trying to fight it anymore. I let it take me over as I fell to the ground.