Kats POV
The bus came to a screeching halt, and I was snapped out of my day dream. As I got off the bus I was terrified to go home. Who knows what my dad wi- WAIT!!! TODAY MY DAD WILL BE AT WORK!!!! He's a bartender, which doesn't help the drinking problem at all. I was suddenly overcome with relief, so I started singing 'Mercy On Me' by none other than Reed. I don't think I'm a horrible singer, but I'm not gonna say I'm good. As I close my house door behind me singing at the top of my lungs, I felt a surge of burning pain in my right cheek. Then fear swept over me. As I look up I saw my dad in a drunken stupor. He had slapped me with the back of his hand, and his knuckles hit me forcefully on my cheek bone.
"Why d-doooo you eveeeen try tooooo sing bitchhh?"
His words were slurring together just proving how drunk he really was.
"I'm g-going tooooo work now. Don't expecttt meee to come home tonight. I hope t-t-tooo find a woman to g-go home with tonighttt. Byeeeeeee bitcchhh!"
and with that he hit me with all his force in the gut, making me double-over in pain. Then finally, he was gone. This usually happens. He would go to work and days later he would come home from staying at some random drunk woman's house. But, as most people would be bothered by this, I saw it as a blessing from my mom up in heaven. She had died when I was about 2 because she had a heart attack. At the time my dad wasn't a HUGE alcoholic, but after she died...it went down hill fast. Ever since then, I have created a simple routine. When my dad is home I will go out, and when he's gone I will enjoy myself as much as I can. I walked upstairs to my bathroom and saw my razor blade sitting on the sink....with my blood stained on it. Yes, I have cut, but not alot. Sometimes I just feel the need to. I haven't cut in a while actually so I'm really proud of myself, but the scars are still really noticeable. I decided to chuck the razor blade in the trash,knowing that I won't need it anymore. Then I took a look in the mirror, and ofcourse there HAD to be a huge bruise forming on my right cheek.
"Great."
I mumbled to myself. I will have to wear even MORE makeup to cover it. As I was about to cover it up, I heard a huge crash coming from outside.
Hey guys! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Sorry there is some mention of self-harm in there. Anyway I would really love to see you guys comment what you think. Thank you so much for reading! :) ~Kat
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