***WARNING! ABUSIVE CONTENT INCLUDED IN THIS CHAPTER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK***
"Where's my food?!"
Slap.
"You lazy bitch!"
Kick.
"Look at me when I'm fucking speaking to you!"
Punch.
I waited for the next painful blow, but it never came. I cautiously opened my eyes, my left one squinting a little, from the hard hit it had received only seconds before.
I slowly lifted my head, wishing I hadn't once I met his eyes. He was wearing an amused, sick smirk.
Wade Lincoln was a sick, evil, twisted man.
Sad excuse for a man, that is.
The metallic taste of blood flowed through my mouth as I winced.
I gathered all the blood, and spit it in Wade's direction, landing directly on his crappy, old, white high tops.
He sent a murderous glare in my direction. "Fucking bastard!" He yelled. "You will pay for that, stupid whore!" Lips curling into a snarl, Wade pulled his hand back, preparing to slap me once again.
I reached out and grabbed his wrist, only two inches away from my face. He looked taken back, shocked. I almost never retaliate. "You." I squeezed his wrist tighter, only angering him more. "Do not." Clenching my teeth, I started twisting it. "Control me!" I balled my free hand, making a fist, before swinging my arm back and sending a threatening punch to his face.
Crack.
That sound echoed throughout our empty, dull house. "BLOODY HELL!!" He screamed out in agony clutching his nose, blood gushing everywhere. My hit had knocked him off his feet. Literally.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Wade to recompose himself enough to lunge at me. I barely crawled out of the way, holding my stomach in absolute pain from the harsh kicks he'd sent my direction. I stumbled to get up, dashing up the stairs the first chance I got. Tears threatened to spill, but I didn't let them. If there's one thing my dad taught me, was to never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing you weak.
Never.
I ran into my room, locking all three locks. Including a chain lock, something I had to install myself. I couldn't allow Wade to get into my room, it was my only safe place.
Bang, bang, bang
"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR VICTORIA HART!" He continued to bang and yell at my door, until he realized it was getting him no where.
"You got lucky this time, dumbass skank! But I swear, next time I see that bitchy face of yours, you won't live another day!" Wade called through the thin piece of wood separating us. I heard a few mumbles & curses before the heavy foot steps descended down the stairs.
Wade was a bigger guy. Just a greasy old man with a bad attitude and a beer belly. After my dad had passed away when I was 8, my mom remarried. That's how Wade weaselled his way into my life. Ever since then, it's been beating after beating, drunken nights, and crying myself to sleep over, and over.
My mom used to be caring, and sweet. Until we lost my dad. She only married Wade for his money, although she claims she's "never loved anyone the way she loves Wade"
Ugh. Shoot me please.
Ever since then, my mom and I's relationship has changed drastically. She knows about the abuse, yet she does nothing about it. She simply pretends it's non existent. That's why she is no mother of mine. My mother would put a stop to this.
My mother would stop the abuse.
I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, slightly calmer knowing I was somewhat safer now.
I picked up my phone, texting my best friend. She always knew how to make me feel better.
Me: Hey Trin :(
Trinity: Hey Tori babe, what's wrong? :'(
Trinity: U need icecream & Trinny time??
I grinned at her text. She knew icecream always helped me feel a lot better.
Me: Hey, yeah actually.. Icecream sounds good aha. Ur place?
Trinity: Def :) Bring some movies thooo
Me: I'll see what I can find
Trinity: I'll pick you up @ 8
Me: Park down the street from my house, and I'll meet you there?? Wade's downstairs high as a kite, & we kinda just had a "falling out"
Trinity: Ohhh okay. Understandable. Plus if I see that pathetic creature, I don't think I'll be able to refrain from knocking the living day lights out of him.
Me: Thanks boo. See u soon ;) xo
Trinity is the only one who knows about what goes on in my home life. It was back in 7th grade, when she found me in a girls bathroom stall, sobbing in the corner. That was before I learned how to properly use makeup to coverup my ugly bruises and scars. We've been best friends ever since.
I started looking through my movies, trying to find a good one to watch. After 30 mins of flipping through case after case, I finally decided on The Gift, The Fault In Our Stars, and Pitch Perfect.
1 Hour later...
Trinity: Hurry your pretty lil ass up, I'm wasting gas here ;D
Me: Kk coming. Should I bring my overnight bag?
Trinity: Hell yeah! We have dates with Ben & Jerry 2nite, and I think it's gonna last a while ;)
Me: Lol ur weird. K leaving now xo
I tucked my phone in my back pocket, and tossed my duffle bag over my shoulder. I skillfully climbed onto the tree branch directly beside my window, and carefully made my way down. I had mastered this, having years of practice getting away from Wade undetected.
After reaching the bottom, I ran down the street, towards Trinity's car.
She would have my ass if I took too long.
"Hey baby girl." Trinity hugged me after I got into her car. "Rough night, eh?" She looked at me with sympathy. "Yeah, you could say that." I muttered quietly, turning my head towards the window. I hated pity. After my dad died, that's all I got. Pity.
The ride to Trinity's house was pretty silent after that. She knew how I felt about discussing my home issues. That's part of the reason why I love her. She knows when she's pushing it, but also exactly how to comfort me in my time of need.
"Hey Tori?" She asked wearily, "Yeah?" I looked towards her. She glanced at me before turning back to the road, chewing her lip nervously.
"Are you ever gonna go to the police about Wade?" She questioned lightly, trying not to overstep boundaries.
I exhaled sadly, whispering,
"I can't. He has people on the inside."
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Hey lovelies! Ik this chapter wasn't very long but it was my first, so bare with me haha :)
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Chapter completed: Tuesday, June 14th, 2016. 11:04pm
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