Chapter 7:
My ears were ringing from the loud banging. It's been 6 minutes since I called Harry I called him again.
"H-Harry?"
"Babe!? Are you okay? Faith are you hurt?" Harry was so worried, a smile creeped to the corner of my mouth knowing he cared about me.
"Um, y-yes. P-please hurry." I sobbed.
"I'm coming as fast as I can just hang on okay? I'll be there soon I promise." And I hung up the phone.
I was hiding under the covers. I was scared out of my skin.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING FAITH. OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW." He was screaming at the top of his lungs now. He has only done this one other time and I locked my bedroom door and his in my closet. He punched me in the eye and It was black when I went to school but no one cared enough to ask what it was.
I didn't want to turn in my dad to social services because he was all I had. After my mom, I didn't have any other family. Just my dad.
"BACK THE HELL AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" I heard him, it was Harry coming to my rescue.
"OR WHAT? Who the fuck are you anyway? Faith doesn't have any friends." He yelled at Harry.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, SHE HAS ME NOW BACK THE HELL AWAY FROM THE DOOR OR ELSE." He was serious. Harry wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to protect me.
"Or else what? You aren't gonna do anything to me. I'm her father. And she loves me. She would hate you forever." He was slurring and let out a little laugh.
"I warned you." Harry said quietly. Then I heard muffled noises and someone hit the floor.
"Harry?" I screeched.
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Driving to Nowhere
Teen Fiction"Being nine years old, I tried my best to understand my mother was gone forever and I knew my childhood was over. Now sixteen having an alcoholic father and not much money I fight for myself. I never had anyone that cared about me except my mom. Wel...
