Devastated

Chapter 4

      Jake got out the shower and saw me looking at his phone. He yelled " WHAT ARE YOU DOING." " I'm figuring out the truth, and the truth is, your a liar, I will never forgive you for this. At this point I was drenched in tears. He was yelling and telling me to give his phone back. I keep telling him no I will read every single text between you and this Sarah. He came at me yelling at me saying GIVE ,ME MY PHONE, GIVE ME MY PHONE. He got really close then he punched me in the face. I don't mean slapped or hit I mean punched me. I fell to the floor crying and Jake looked at me with tears starting to roll down his face. He fell to his knees. He keep telling me he was so sorry and it will never happen again. I keep telling him to get away form me. As I was walking out with tears and blood running down my face he said to me " I am so sorry Haven I am so, so, sorry." " For what" I asked him " The cheating, the lies, the punch, which is it Jake." Then I walked out and went home in tears to find my dad sleeping in s pile of beer cans and cigarette buds. I went in my room and cried the whole night. I didn't know what to do. I felt like crawling in a hole and never coming out of it. I have been used so many times but I thought that Jake was different. I thought that he was going to treat me different and not be mean or abusive. So I thought about it, and I decided to ask my dad for advice. And so I went and told him what happened. And guess what, not a surprise but he didn't care. He told me to leave him alone and go get him some beer at the store. I told him " If you don't remember dad I am only 17 so I can't buy beer yet, not that you care or anything, because you don't. So DAD the next time you want me to do something for you just think about all the times you hit me, all the times you made me cry and bleed and lots more." So I went to my room and cried even more. It was good knowing that I got through one conversation with my father without him hitting me. I'm also glad that I got to tell him how I felt, without him hitting or slapping me either. I have never felt so good to tell of the man who abused me more that anyone else, but also I have never been more upset knowing that the boy I thought loved me really never did.