Jacks P.O.V
I woke up to my alarm clock. I quickly pushed the snooze button.
I didn't want my dad to wake up after what happen tonight.
I then felt a pain go through out my body when I turned over ,face up. Bringing back memories of last night.
**flashback**
I was watching tv in my room when I here the front door open and close with a slam. At that moment I knew
I'm in trouble.
Knowing my dad, he's drunk and mad.
I stayed put ,watching tv knowing he was going to come to me.
I hear the clumsy footsteps get closer to my room then glass breaking.
I went out to check out what happen but when I opened my bedroom door my dad was in front of me, smelling of beer and sweat.
He's a well built man that everyone is afraid to fight.
His eyes were bloodshot and had bags under his eye. His expression showed nothing but anger and rage.
I stared for a while then looked out to the hall to see what had broken.
My dad had dropped a vase. Not just a vase but the vase mom made before she died.
My hands balled into fists. I felt my self get red. Anger found its way to my body. I looked at him straight in the eyes.
He looked at me with the eyes I had once admired. I looked back at him with an expression full of anger.
"That was moms vase." I say through my teeth, not taking my eyes off him.
"S-so ... I don't give ...a fu-ck. She's ...not here any-more !" He slurred.
I felt my eyes get full of tears. I quickly pushed them back.
I've learned never to show weakness but anger is my biggest and I can't control it. Sadness, on the other hand, is not an option.
I turned my back to him not wanting to start fight I could never win. My anger was killing me inside but I ignored it. I started closing the door.
"Don't turn y-your ...back on m-me !" He yelled as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back.
The pain shot through me, I felt so weak , like a rag doll but Im not going to show it.
I quickly pulled away. My fist came in contact with his face in a force that hurt my knuckles. I let my hand fall as I opened and closed it trying to release the pain but I kept an empty expression on my face as I looked at him.
"You... Little... Bitch !" He touched his ,now purple eye. He then lunged at my forcing me into the ground.
Everything was a blur after my head hit the floor. I felt unbearable pain on my back. My eyes filled with tears of anger and pain.
I woke up on the floor.
My head feeling like a giant stepped on it.
I looked at the clock
2:39
Today's the first day of school I got to get some sleep for the pain.
I got up off the floor. My head throbbing and my back stinging.
I went to my bathroom to see how bad I was hurt.
I got in front of the mirror and turned around to were I could still see my back. As I slowly picked up my shirt I felt pain and more pain.
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The Life I Choose
FantasyA "normal" girl and emo boy meet . Automatically feel attracted to one another by and unknown force. They both have struggled with life and start to learn why. On the way they learn of unknown worlds and secrets that ruined their lives. They make fr...