His broken princess|✔️

Two

*edited*

The bell wrung, ending my torture as I pack up my things and headed out of the classroom with a sigh.

I walked outside and Eliza had to go home with her mom for her doctors appointment, which also meant that I had to meet Jason on my own.

I headed towards the fountain and saw him talking to his friend, Leon. I walked up to them. "So," *cough* "I'll see you tomorrow." Leon said to him, looking a little nervous. He walked away after attempting a weak smile and a nod.
"Hey Sweetheart." Jason said, giving me a smug smile.
"Let's go." I replied, ignoring his stupid nickname. We got in his car and drove to my house.

"So how was your day?"
He asked breaking the silence.
I replied with, "Okay.." And didn't provoke the conversation to extend.

When we finally got to my house, I saw that my dads car wasn't in the driveway and breathed out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I unlocked my door with my keys and stepped inside my 'home'.

I saw him looking around at the mess and suddenly saw a couple of beer cans sticking out of the bin. I rushed over there and covered or with the crimson curtains. "Come on then." I said, leading him upstairs.

We studied for a couple of hours and then suddenly I heard the front door go. My heart suddenly started pounding and I told Jason he needed to leave. Now.

He went towards my bedroom door and I stopped him. "No!" I said a little too loud. I heard my dad shouting and then the stairs began to creak. I started to panic as I heard his loud, heavy footsteps against the stairs. He was drunk.

Who is that?"Jason asked confused. "No one!" I lead him towards the window and he looked at me quizzically. "What are you doing?"
"Just go!" I shouted as I heard my dad coming upstairs. To my surprise, he listened and climbed out. Just in time, because my dad stormed into my bedroom. "Hi....dad..." I stuttered looking down at the floor. "DON'T SAY A WORD!" I yelled at me. I didn't dare talk back.

"YOU STOLE IT!"
He slapped me hard on the face and I fell to the floor. "GET UP!" He shouted.
I tried to get up but I couldn't. He started kicking me in my stomach. Hard. He grabbed my hair and picked me up, scraping me along the floor out of my room. I tried to scream but nothing would come out. He started dragging me downstairs struggled to get out of his hold. We got to the kitchen and he slammed me down on the floor. "I HOPE YOU DIE!" He screamed out and left. I heard the front door slam and cried. I was laid there for at least an hour and I couldn't get up.

After crying on the floor, I looked outside and it was dark. My dad hadn't come back yet. Good. I finally was able to grab the kitchen counter and drag myself up. I looked in front of me but everything was blurry. I got myself to the living room and fell onto the couch. Then everything went black and I don't remember anything else from the nightmare which I had just lived once again.