Your Words Can Only Hurt Me

The door slammed shut with a loud thud. Father's home. I squirmed under the invisible pressure.

"Skylar! Get your a** down here!"

My heart beat faster. Sweat pouring down my temple. I wrinkled my forehead and conjured up a lie for not having his dinner ready. I slid out of my tiny bedroom and thudded down the staircase.

"Skank. Where's my dinner?" His voice got raspy at the end. I smelt the stink of alchol bitter on his breathe.

"I had to do my homework.. I'm sorry.." I mumbled. His hand skidded across my cheek. A quiet gasp escaped my lips swollen lips. He promised he wouldn't hurt me.. He lied to my face, and he dare call me a disgrace?

"Get out of my sight you whore!" He screamed at me.

I scampered to the front door and toor it open. No tears fell, but I could feel them forming in the corner's of my eyes.

He's my father! He had promised me he would only drink weekly. But the worse betrayal of all, was that he lied. About everything.