I pull up in the drive way of my house. I turned off my car. I knew that I was going to be in a shit load of trouble by my dad, but then again with my dad it was nothing new. Every night he would be sitting in his blue comfy chair with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I unlocked the front door, struggling to get inside. I had my purse in my hands and some groceries. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL GOD DAMN DAY?! IT’S 11:30 AT NIGHT!” My dad yelled as I walked in. I did my best to ignore him. I sat my purse down next to the front door. As I walked to the kitchen to put the groceries up, I almost fell tripping on a beer bottle. The house was a complete disaster. There were beer cans all over the floors and the tables. Not to mention that there was garbage everywhere too. The ashtray was completely full of cigarette butts. I could tell my dad hadn’t emptied the ashtray for about a week or two. I hated coming home to this mess. Every single night it was the same thing over and over again. He yelled in my ear as I grabbed the ashtray to go dump it out, “SELENA MARIE GOMEZ! I DEMAND A GOD DAMN ANSWER RIGHT FUCKING NOW! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME YOUNG LADY?!” I did my absolute best not to respond to him, mostly because if I did then he wouldn’t like my reply. As I set the ashtray back down next to him, I grab as many beer bottles as I could, placing them in my arms and some under my armpit. I made at least 5 trips pacing back and forth. “SELENA MARIE LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!” I knew he was getting angrier with me. I walked up the stairs to my room. I heard footsteps behind me. I walked a little faster up the stairs. I knew what was getting ready to happen. I went through it every night I came home. “SELENA MARIE DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING WALK UP THOSE STAIRS WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU! GET YOUR ASS BACK DOWN HERE NOW!” I slammed my door hoping nothing would happen. I heard him stumbling up the stairs. I knew it was going to happen again. No matter what I did. My door slammed open. My dad walked in yelling something. I couldn’t exactly understand it this time because he was slurring. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up off my bed. I fell to the floor with a grunt. “Please dad, please don’t do this!” I looked at him in the eye. I pleaded as I tried to pick myself up off the floor. He slapped my face. I fell back to my floor. When I tried to pick myself back up he pushed me to the floor and pinned me down. I was trying my hardest not to cry. He was yelling and spitting in my face. “HOW DARE YOU NOT FUCKING ANSWER ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU! YOU DO NOT FUCKING DISRESPECT ME IN MY GOD DAMN HOUSE DO YOU UNDER FUCKING STAND ME? BITCH LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!” I tried my best not to look at him but it only made him angrier. This time when he wanted me to look at him, I did. Only because when he’s yelling and spitting on my face it makes me angry. I looked him in the eyes and opened my mouth. “YOU KNOW WHAT? I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD OF 10! I AM 18 I DON’T NEED YOU TO LOOK AFTER ME ANYMORE. I AM AN ADULT, NOT A FUCKING CHILD. I’M SICK OF YOU TRYING TO RUN MY LIFE AND TREATING ME LIKE SHIT! I’M MOVING OUT!” I yelled at him. I saw in his eyes that he didn’t like my response. He slapped me several times in my face. My face was burning. It was the most agonizing pain I had ever felt in my life. I couldn’t help but cry. “YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT IN MY OWN GOD DAMN HOME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” I nodded my head. Trying to hold my tears back. He slapped me again. I whimpered from the sting on my face. “Oh baby girl you shouldn’t have done that. You just turned me on.” I looked at him in disgust, with tears still strolling down my face. He slid his hand up my thigh. I didn’t know what to do. He had never done this before. He slid his hand up my shirt, rubbing my boobs. I had never had somebody do this to me before. All I could do was just lay there, while crying. I wanted him to stop. As he went tried to unbutton my shorts. I slapped his hand, and punched him in the face. He covered his face with his hand, rolling over on the floor. I got up as fast as I could, kicking him in his balls. I ran out my room slamming my bedroom door behind me. I hurried down the stairs. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard my bedroom door. “SELENA MARIE FUCKING GOMEZ GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW. WE ARE NOT DONE WITH THIS. YOU FUCKING NASTY ASS BITCH! I DEMAND YOU TO GET BACK HERE!” He stumbled down the stairs. I grabbed my purse, running out the front door. I struggled getting my keys out of the side pocket on my purse. I opened the driver side, locking all the car doors as I shut the driver’s door. My dad was at the front door yelling at me. As he stumbled towards my car, I started the engine backing up. I sped down the street. I left him in the driveway all alone. This time when I left I wasn’t turning back. I was leaving for good. I pulled out my phone sending a quick text message to Austin saying ‘Hey… I am coming over. I just left my house. I’m not going back to my house ever again. It’s a long story. I will explain later. If I wake you up I am so sorry. So please don’t wait up for me. Be there soon.’ I had tears rolling down my face. I couldn’t believe that my dad had just tried to rape me. He had never done this before. I had no idea what to think about it. As I turned on the next street, I slowed down a little before I got pulled over. I really didn’t want to try and explain this to a cop. I didn’t want anybody to know about what just happened. I mean I know that one day I would have to explain it to my kids, when they ask me why they don’t have a grandfather. But right now all I wanted to do was get this night over with.
