Matthews pov
I walked towards my driveway. I knew what would happen, but didn't want to face it. What was I thinking going over Alfred's in the first place? But...then again...he seemed to make me much happier. I shook my head a bit and walked to the door. I opened it quietly. I peeked inside. I didn't see my father in sight. Which scared me even more. I gulped and went inside.
I closed the door behind me. It was dark. I turned my phone on and used it as a light. I shined it around and saw him. He had something in his hand. No. Please no. "Welcome home Matthew." He said darkly before punching me. I fell and my phone fell on the carpet...somewhere. I fell on the hard kitchen floor and tried to get away. Only to back myself into a wall.
I could see my father. He was evil. I hated him. I tried to get away again but he kicked me in the stomach. I gasped and choked. I tried to get away yet again, only to get beaten again. He just wouldn't stop.
-2:36 am-
I was cold. I groaned softly. It was really quiet. Then i remembered. I was in my house, I think. But I knew what happened. I was sore. I tried to get up quietly. When I put my hand down on the cold kitchen floor, it was..wet? Oh.
I must've bled or something. I looked down at myself in the dark. I could see darker spots in some areas. I sighed a bit and as quietly as possible, i walked over to the living room. I remember my phone had fell somewhere in there. I looked around through the dark. I could see a small shine. It was my phone. I leaned down painfully and picked it up. I saw the time. Jesus... I must have blacked out for a while.
The quiet sounds of a fan could be heard down the hall. My dad was most likely asleep. I frowned a bit and quietly walked upstairs to my bedroom.
I had no idea where my dad was..he wasn't in his room. Or even mine. I had no clue. I sighed softly and closed my bedroom door as i walked in. I walked straight to the bathroom and locked the door quietly. I turned on the small light and hesitantly took a look in the mirror.
I was covered in blood stained clothing. Some had driped out of my mouth too. He...he must've been really mad this time..and it was my fault. I was about to start crying when i heard something out side my door.
Tapping?
I didn't think it was my dad though. I checked the time again and it was three now. What the hell?
I turned off the light and opened my door. I looked around and could still hear the tapping. Where...where was it coming from? I looked towards my window. I saw small...rocks? Hitting the window? I cocked an eyebrow and quietly walked to the window. I didn't expect to see who I saw.
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Lol cliffhanger -v-
Also sorry its short!
And poor smol bby. THINGS WILL GET BETTER FOR THIS SMOL CHILD I PROMISE
-YFG
