Saving Her

Part 4

A r i a n a ' s P o v

R e c a p:

After a few painful limps I finally made it to my house, and just as I was expecting, my dad was waiting outside. As I slowly keep walking towards my doorstep, my dad spots me. "Hey!! Where have you been!?" My dad angrily spats at me as I gently try making my way up the small amount of steps, but I suddenly get yanked by my dad.

"Dad! My ankle hurts since I sprained it and please don't make it any worse!" I shout at him as I try recovering from that forceful pull. "I don't give a fuck!!! Now get your slow ass in this fucking house right now!" He screams at me as he pushes me into the house. And it was anything but gentle..

My dad slams the door hard as my ankle started to hurt more since his roughness towards me. I looked up at him in terror as I stay on the ground. I know what's gonna come next...

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My dad slaps me across the face as I'm still on the floor. He then starts kicking me in my stomach as I'm trying to curl myself up into a ball. "Dad, p-please.." I weakly say to him. "Shut up! You know your suppose to tell me where your going if I'm still here you stupid ass!

I don't know what made you think that you can go places after school!" My dad shouts at me. "I'm sorry! Just stop doing this!" I suddenly scream at him in tears. "DON'T SCREAM AT ME!! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THAT!?" He tells me as he suddenly raises his voice higher.

I stay silent as I'm still crying on the ground. "ANSWER ME YOU SLUT!" My dad demands as he punches me on the face. I remember this exactly like last times beating.

"To not scream at you." I said still sobbing. "THAT'S RIGHT YOU BITCH!" After he said that he kicks me one last time before storming out of the house. I don't care wherever he goes as long as he's far away from me.

I muster up all the strength that I have very little of and limp my way towards the stairs and up to my room. I get my sleep wear out for me to change in after I'm done with my shower. I just needed one right now since I felt like complete poop. As I'm limping to the bathroom, my ankle hurts so much to where I actually have to hop on my other foot that doesn't hurt.

My father shouldn't be the cause of my pain. I turn on the shower and remove my clothes from my body and make my way into the shower. I sit on the side of the showers little edge since I'm really weak to stand right now. I let the water droplets pour all over my body and turn the knob more to the warmer side so my body can somewhat stop aching that much.

As I look down on the showers floor, there's a little bit of blood that's going down the drain from me bleeding on the places where my dad hit me. My face probably looks like a complete mess after what he did, and I don't think I can always keep putting makeup on to hide my cuts and bruises.

I silently start crying in the shower since all I'm thinking about is just the pain that is in my life. Even the pain that was there a while back that once wasn't caused by my father only. No, I'm not gonna go back in the past and start thinking about those sad, scary times, not gonna happen. I promised myself I wouldn't think about him ever again.

After I'm done with my shower, I dry myself, change into my sleep wear, and look at myself in the mirror. Gosh, who am I? I can't even recognize my own self. I see bruises and cuts that almost take up my entire face.

While I'm staring at my reflection, I lift up my shirt to see a big bruise on the side of my stomach, and another close to my ribcage. A couple of tears fall on my cheek, but I quickly wipe them away since all I do is cry.