Drown

Four

Everyday I go through the same pain.

And everyday it gets worse.

After Hudson left, I had to go inside my house.

"Where have you been!?!" My mom asked me screaming.

"I was talking to someone outside",  I tell her.

"Whatever just go in your room", she told me.

A normal kid doesn't like being told to go to their room, but it's where I feel safe.

I hear my dad come home.

Five minutes of being home and I hear the bottles smash against the floor and the yelling.

I hear heavy footsteps leading up to my door.

My dad comes into my room.

"Why were you late coming home?" He asked loudly.

"I was talking to someone outside", I say.

"Who were you talking to?" He asks.

"A boy", I mutter looking down.

"I ASKED WHO WERE YOU TALKING TO?!?!" He yelled really loud.

"A boy!" I cry.

"Did I say you could talk to boys?" He questioned.

"No. But you know what? That boy was helping me with my bullies at school and every other screwed up thing in my life!" I yell at him.

Then he had his face inches from mine.

"If I ever find you talking to a boy again you're in trouble", he warned me with a straight face.

He left my room and slammed the door.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

It was no different to any other night.