Her Knight in Shining Armor (On Hold)

Ch.4 A Night to Forget

pic of Raine's mean ol' daddy -.- also known as leonardo dicaprio who just so happens to be super cute (coming soon)

This is an interesting chapter as well as stupid. I still feel like this story is going nowhere and I wished I could make it better.

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My father's eyes looked blood shot and angry. The malevolent smirk on his lips gave him a devilish glint. He was still wearing his work clothes that consisted of nice jeans and a uniform shirt with his name on it, in tiny white block letters.

"I-I....." I quivered. I couldn't tell him I was off with Lanie or he'd literally kill me, he seems to not like her. Then again he likes no one who talks to neither me nor my mom. He likes us isolated that's why I'm never out places for too long. Though he could not like her because she was over one time when he was hurting my mom, and threatened to call the police.

"You what?" His gruff voice asked, he raised an eyebrow showing he was curious. He lifted his hand, making me cower and lift my hands over my face. He yanked my hands away from my face though, looking more pissed than he did before. "Don't do that, I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours." He sneered at me. The palm of his hand came in contact with my cheek, the feeling of pain swelled to my head. He grabbed my arm, clawing it, and dragging me to the stairs. He pushed me hard causing me to trip and fall down the landing to the hard wood floor of the kitchen. I tried to get up, but instantly was met with dizziness; I must have hit my head pretty hard then.

"Next time you ask me if you can leave my fucking house!" He shouted in my face, putting emphasis on certain words. He lifted me up off the floor so suddenly, making my head pound. Next thing I knew he slammed me against the wall. The whole time this went on I was just hoping he would kill me already. I probably looked panic stricken, but come on it's a given. I closed my eyes waiting for the last blow, but when it didn't come I opened my eyes, he was staring at me curiously, and the only thing I could do was avert my gaze from his the whole time. He loosened his grip on me and walked away. I sunk down to the floor as soon as I heard his footsteps stop. Gingerly I touched my head feeling for any bumps or bad bruises. I felt like crying, I wanted to cry, but I'm so used to the emptiness that I can't cry anymore. I watched as the man whom I thought was my dad got comfy on the couch with a case of beer beside him.

I waited until I knew he wasn't paying attention to me anymore to slowly crawl up the stairs and into the sanctuary of my room. Flopping onto my bed, I didn't bother to look into the mirror, because if I did I might try to commit suicide. I laid there on the small framed single bed, covering myself in the black comforter until my mom came home. When she knocked on the door that evening I opened it slowly getting ready to slam and lock it if I found my dad or one of his stupid friends, yes I'll admit his friends like to get in on the fun when they're as slammed as he usually is.

"Hey baby girl how-" She started to ask but noticed the swollenness of the left side of my face from where he hit me. "Oh my, you should have iced that." She pulled me in for a hug. I hugged her back, breathing in the familiar scent of roses. She works at a flower shop in the upper east side of the city.

"Here I'll go get you some right now, and then you can tell me all about your time." She smiled sadly, probably trying to get me to feel happy. I made a sad attempt of trying to answer her back with a smile before she went downstairs. Then I sat down on my bed waiting for her return.

"What is that for?" I heard my father's loud mouth ask downstairs.

"Your daughter." She sighed. The kitchen noises always flow up from my room since I'm right above the room.

"Why does Raine need ice?" He asked yet again.

"Because of your ass." She snapped at him. This probably wasn't the wisest choice to make when dealing with a drunk.