He Saved Me

Chapter 3

When I pulled up to my drive way I saw that my dad was home. I sighed and mentally prepared myself for what comes next. Either he will hit me or just yell at me. I hope it's just yelling cause at lets I don't have physical scars when he does. I unlocked the door and saw that he was passed out on the couch. I could definitely tell eh was drunk because I could smell it and it was strong. I was about to walk up the stairs when he grabbed my wrist, and squeezed it hard. I guess he wasn't sleeping. 

"Where do you think your going?" He slurred. God I've never seen him this drunk. 

"T...Too bed"

"Oh no your not"

At this point I was terrified. My eyes were completely wide as I was looking at him. 

He gripped my wrist harder causing me to yelp in pain. Honestly I probably wouldn't be this scared but I've never seen him this drunk.  

He pulled me over to the couch punching my jaw then my eye. I was thrown on the ground and kicked in the stomach a couple of times. I honestly couldn't tell you how many because I was focused on the pain. 

At this moment everything stopped. My heart, time, even the Earth stopped spinning. I was having an out of body experience. I just say myself laying there on the couch looking at nothing. My dad was on his knees on the side of the couch taking off my pants. I was not moving at all, was this it. He started to take his pants off as well. I know I will never recover from this if it happens. I will never be able to live with myself after this. All of these years taking the abuse and this is how it was going to end. Maybe this is for the best. No it can't be, I have a future.  

Coming back to reality, I realized that he was on top of me getting ready to put himself in me. I panicked and kneed him in the groin. He landed on the floor next to the couch and was holding himself while whimpering. I took my chance to get out before things went worse. I grabbed my pants and ran upstairs. Once I reached my room I locked my door and didn't waste no time. I quickly grabbed stuff that was very valuable to me. I also put my pants back on. Next I went to my window, opening it and looking down. It was a far jump but I didn't care, I need to get out of here.

Slowly I walked out to the edge of the house and dropped my bag down. I turned around and crawled backwards. Grabbing the edge I slowly let my legs fall.  Now I was dangling from the roof. I closed my eyes and let go. When I landed I was very lucky that I didn't break anything. I grabbed my stuff and ran to my car as fast as I could. Getting in I started it, put in reverse, backed out then drove off to Zayn's house.

While I was driving I guess my emotions caught up with what was going on because I started to ball like a bitch. He should have just killed me. 

When I finally reached Zayn's house I saw that all of the lights we off. Well looks like I am going through his window. 

He always made sure it was unlocked. When things would get really bad with my dad, I always came here. I didn't like to wake Zayn's mom because it would always happen late at night so I would just climb through his window. 

I got to the side of the house where his room was and saw that the window wash already open. So I climbed up the tree and reached his window. I through my bag in and climbed in. He was already sleeping when I got in. He looked so cute.

Before climbing into bed with him I made sure to take off my shoes. I lifted up the covers and got in them. I cuddled up to him. He was facing me so I just cuddled into his chest. Then I started to cry more. He moved around a bit then opened his eyes. He realized that I was crying and he got up quickly. I don't usually cry, especially after my dad hit me. I felt like I was just being weak when I did. This time though, it was different.