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TW - Swearing and abuse

November's P.O.V

Finally, I am in my last period now for the day

There are 10 minutes left till this English class and I am counting down the seconds until when I can start to walk home

Right as the bell is about to go, the teacher announces that she will be keeping the class back for 5 minutes due to restlessness of everybody and that we were supposed not paying attention 

I am dead

I am so dead

I cannot stay back

As soon as she announced that she was keeping us back 5 minutes, I knew straight away that I would be getting a beating tonight 

Father hates it when I am late

Especially if it involves me making his dinner late

Every day, he gets too drunk to be able to stand long enough to cook anything

So every day he makes me cook for him

Even if I am bent over in pain from his last beating 

He. Does. Not. Care.

Shit, Shit, Shit

I begin to panic and I struggle to draw in breathes as my throat starts to close up

I was barely recovering from the beating this morning. 

Who could I recover from another one?

I tried going up to my teacher and explaining to her that my father does not like when I am home late

I of course left out the fact that he would beat me for it

If I told anyone or went to the police, he said he would kill me and torture me slowly. 

I don't exactly want to test that theory, knowing of the other things that he is capable of

My teacher kept saying, "As a class, we all need to stay back because what one of us does, all of us do"

What absolute bullshit

There is no point trying to change her mind

I'm going to be 5 minutes late home

He may use his belt on me or his hot cigarettes, my mind flashes back to the last time he did that to me and my nails start to dig into my thighs as pure terror engulfs my body 

I try not to show him my pain when he hurts me, but for some psychotic reason, he enjoys it.

Every time he beats me, I do the same thing 

Lay down for a little while in the spot and cry myself to sleep. I draw my legs close to my chest, or as close as I can without feeling too much pain so that I can get somewhat comfortable. 

Those 5 minutes dragged on and I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about what my father will do. 

Finally, the teacher says we can leave, I glance over at the clock and see "3:05" 

My heart jumped and I hurriedly scrambled together all my books from my desk and rushed towards my locker to grab the rest of my things 

As I am speed walking home, I put in my headphones and slowly disconnect from the world and my life and everything in general 

To give my mind some sense of ease

Until I arrive at my house in hell 

* 20 minutes later*

I have finally reached my house

I struggle to take the steps towards my house as I know what is waiting for me on the other side of the door

Right as my foot was about to touch the patio, I was pulled harshly inside.

I look up and see my father 

Looking down at me with pure rage in his eyes

His belt was already in his right hand and a fresh cigarette in the other

This is not good

This is so not good 

He dragged me by my hair to the living room and kicked me onto the couch. My already bruised ribs took a hit. 

What was once bruised is probably now broken

I dissociate my mind as he whips my back with his leather belt and digs his cigarette into my arms and upper legs

He is always cautious about where he hits

It is never anywhere visible on the arms or legs that I cannot hide with clothes

The face however, he knows I can hide it with makeup so he just doesn't care about that 

He use to

When I was younger 

But that was long ago

My entire body was in agony and the pain was excruciating

But I won't be giving him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. It would only lead to more pain as it encourages him to create more damage upon my already bruised body.

After what felt like forever, he finally stopped 

Not before screaming at me, "You worthless, f**king b**ch! Make me my dinner now!" 

Abruptly flinching back from his tone, he quickly storms out of the room 

My guess

 To go get another drink, yet again

Trying my hardest to get up, I slowly stretch my body and look at the wounds that will need to be tended to

I saw how much blood was around me and I suddenly felt light-headed 

Oh no

I'm gonna pass out 

Thank you for reading this chapter! Hope you enjoyed 

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