Paid Love

Chapter Six

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSEMENT-SCENES!!!

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Steph's POV

I woke up, hearing someone knocking on me door heavily.

Oh f*ck it's my Dad!!!

"Steph!!! Open this freaking door!!! Do you hear me you piece of Crap?! Open this motherf*cking door!!!"

He wasn't drunk and that made the situation even worse.

When he was drunk his beats weren't that dangerous. But when he's sober, he could beat you unconscious.

Did he find out about it or is it just because his favourite Football-team lost?

I don't know...

But if he did find out about the money...

it could be my death... I've never stolen money from my dad in my life... NEVER!!!

I'm scared... What should I do now?

I covered my whole body and my head with the blanket, thinking it would stop him to beat me.

"I'm counting to three. If you don't open the freaking door I'll come in by cracking the door.

1...

2...

3..."

But I kept lying on my bed.

The door crashed open and there he was.

He stood there with anger in his eyes. They always turn pitch black when he's angry and that scares the sh*t out of me.

"Why did you do that?!

TELL ME!!!

WHY DID YOU STOLE MY MONEY?!?!

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!"

SH*T!!!

I'm gonna die. I'm 100% sure that I'm gonna die.

He came closer and closer until he stood beside my bed; a belt in the left hand.

"Please don't... DON'T" I cried, still covered with the blanket.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'LL STOP?! YOU PIECE OF SH*T DESERVE THAT!!!

OH AND HOW FUNNY YOU ARE... YOU THINK THAT THIS BLANKET MIGHT PROTECT YOU?!?!

I'LL PROVE THAT IT WON'T PROTECT YOU. NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT!!!"

This is definitely my death... bye Keidy, but this is my death.

I couldn't move because of the fear. My muscles were like glued to my bed.

Why?!?! I want to run away but I can't.

Then he started...

At first he hit my back with his fist so I couldn't breath that well.

I tried so hard to breath in but I couldn't get that much oxygen. I breathed heavily.

But he continued. He hit my arms, then my legs, my waist... Every part of my body.

After that he started to hit me with the leather-belt.

This...

is...

my...

death...

He hit my leg and I couldn't feel my foot anymore.