I start to back away...but Alex has other ideas! Just as I turn around to run home, he grabs my arm and pulls me close to him. He has me in a grip that I can't escape from him, no matter how hard I try! Come on Emily, use your martial arts to get out of this.
His grip on my upper arm is so strong and hard to get out of. Somehow I find a way out of it! I twist my arm so that I end up having the grip on him as well. He turns to face me confused as to what I was going to do next. Perfect! I grab his arm, pull it a little towards me bit to get his grip to loosen, it works, I then grab onto his hand, wiggling my thumb in between the small amount of space that I have. I take a small step forward so that he has no other choice but to bend over, allowing me to get myself in the correct position, the distance between his body and his arm. I place my elbow into the sensitive part in his armpit, and I start to apply pressure.
I can feel he is trying to wriggle him out of my hold, but it is nearly impossible because every time he struggles I end up twisting his hand more in the wrong way. As soon as he taps my leg, I let go and start to run home. I doubt that Alex will catch up with me now, considering his arm will be in pain and that I had a massive head start, and there is no way ever that Ashley would even try to catch up, plus she is wearing heals and I can put up quite a fight.
***
As soon as I reach my porch, I stop to take a breather and search for my keys...I find them just in time! As I unlock my door, I see Alex running towards me, by the time he catches up to me, I end up slamming the door in his face.
No way am I talking to that dickhead. I can't believe he actually cheated on me, who does this? And why did he have to kiss Ashley? I pull out my phone, and see that I have a spam of messages from Alex and a few other mates. Instead of answering the messages, I just turn my phone off and purposely leave it in my room, under my pillow.
I rush downstairs for food because I mean a girl has got to eat at some point right? I end up grabbing a bar of galaxy chocolate and a packet of crisps. Half way up the stairs I hear my dad break something in the living room. I run up my stairs place all my food on my bed and run back down the stairs.
There is shattered pieces of glass from dad's drink left everywhere...thank goodness we don't have a dog. I look up at him but only to find that he is looking at me with the most scariest expression on his face...suddenly I feel intimidated! I start to backup again...its official this is the worst day ever.
"Is everything ok?" I ask him. He gives this look as if to say your one crazy bitch. Well I can be at times to be fair!
"Everything is not ok! You want to know why?" He sarcastically asks me, almost at the point of shouting.
"What's wrong?" I ask again, ignoring his comment as well as trying my best to be as gentle as I possibly can.
"What's wrong?!" He says sarcastically, "YOU WERE BORN THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG!" He start to have a go at me. He's not usually like this, I don't know what happened but all I know is that I am so confused and scared, and that I need to keep my distance with him. "Come over here you little runt!" He commands, I stay in my place. That doesn't affect him because he walks over to me instead.
I start to back off but before I process what's happening, I feel a huge knock on my stomach. I can barely breathe at the moment. What has just happened? What is happening to the one person I love?
The next thing I know is that I am lying on the floor, left speechless and half unconscious. I try to get back up, but my dad pulls me by my hair and punches me in the face...I would usually use my martial arts, but I can't bring myself to do it, especially against my dad.
