Your My Only Hope (Jacky Vincent fanfic)

ch 18

I walked up to the front door and grabbed the key hidden under the door mat. Sticking the key in the lock i turned until i heard the click of the lock. I opened the door and walked to my room avoiding the broken beer bottles, cigarette butts, and trash.

I walked down the hallway and opened the last door to the left. I threw my stuff down and plopped down on my queen size bed covered in red and purple sheets. I intently watched my ceiling do nothing for about 20 minutes.

My phone buzz and i looked down at the screen "Ryan seaman" was written on the scree.

Ryan: hheeeeyyyyy ggiirrrllffrrriieenndd!!!

I laughed to my self and replied.

Me: hey Ryan! What's up?

Ryan: nm just laying around. :p

Me: cool.

Ryan: yup. Well im going to shower by!

Me: bye!

After that i just sat their doing nothing. I got up and sat down in my window seat thing and watched the cars drive down the street. I was lost in thought when my phone started playing raised by wolves. I got up and unlocked the screen. I had a text from jacky.

Jacky: hey abby i just wanted to text you and give you my number in case you needed any thing or wanted to play guitar together bye.

   I was about to reply when the front door slammed open then closed. "Abby! Get your *ss down here now!" Ray slurred. I ran down the stairs to where he was standing.

   "what where you doing yesterday?" He demanded grabbing a hold of my shirt with his left hand.

  "i wad with Emily." I say starting to shake.

   "you are suppose to tell be when you leave!" He screamed in my face. He lifted his right hand and punched me right in the jaw. I fell to the floor on my hands and knees holding back q sob.

     "get up!" He yelled kicking me in the side. I fell onto my side and slowly pulled my self from the ground. "get me a beer!" He yelled and shoved me towards the kitchen.

     I grabbed a tall brown bottle from the fridge and walked back to Ray. He yanked the bottle from me and popped off the cap letting it drop to the floor. He pressed the bottle to his lips and downed the whole thing.

    "it wasn't cold enough!" He held the bottle by the neck and hit me on my right caller bone shattering the bottle and leaving small cuts in my skin.

    I pressed my left hand to my bleeding cuts. He pulled the broken bottle over his opposite shoulder and swong the bottle into my left bicep muscles.

    I painful scream escapes my lips as i grabbed my bleeding arm.  He dropped the bottle and punched me in my jaw again and then in my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut. I fell to my knees holding my stomach. Be pulled his foot back and kicked me over and over in the stomach until i was laying on the floor.

    He suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes to him standing above me. "you have better learned your lesson. You little bitch." He said spitting on me and walking away.