Search for Freedom (ON HOLD)

Ch 4 - It Never Ends

I walk into the house trying to prepare for what's about to happen.

I look around. Nothing but silence. I slowly creep into the kitchen and see its the same as I left it.

I tip toe into the living room, to see him sitting motionless on the couch. The TV is off and the rhythm of our breathing is only heard. Silence has crept over us, not the comfortable kind of silence.

I can't move. My feet must be made of cement.

He slowly gets up, wobbling as he does. Slowly walking he comes over to me, my heart jumps into my throat now.

He stands in front of me, with an icy glare starring at me.

His left hand raises and strikes my face with an ear piercing sound.

I hold my cheek trying to contain the fire that seems to have been lit inside my cheek.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" He yells out with a slur.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry. M-my T-teacher k-k-kept me b-behind." I stutter out.

"YOU STUPID BITCH! TRYING TO TRICK ME?!? I KNOW YOU SLEEP AROUND!" He screams at me.

I'm pushed into the wall and fall to the ground.

"YOU SHOULD BE DEAD BITCH!"

One Kick.

"YOUR PARENTS ARE LUCKY BASTARDS! THEY DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE!

Two kicks.

"DUMB SKANK"

Three kicks.

Each time, each word, equals a kick in the stomach.

Each kick resembles hate.

Each kick, more pain than the last.

"Keep your mouth shut about this, or else you'll get worse and be dead like your parents!" He threatens.

After one last kick he must be finished with me.

He grabs a bottle of vodka and walks upstairs, followed with a slam of his door.

I lay there, sobbing, taking in the pain.

I don't dare look at my ribs.

Unimaginable pain is shooting up my back.

I drag myself to the washroom to see how bad it is. It takes a lot of my effort but I know I have to see.

I get to the sink and sit on it for support.

I take a look at my back.

There's a hole in my back with blood gushing out.

I look out the door and see blood where I got pushed into the wall. I look a bit closer and see a nail.

He must've pushed me into the wall so hard the nail went through.

Fuck! It hurts!

I grab the peroxide that I keep in here and pour it down my back.

It hurts like a bitch! Fuck!

I'm shaking from the pain.

I bandage up my back and take a look at my face.

A black eye, and a hand mark to cover up. That won't be easy.

I'm terrified to even think about looking at my ribs.

I'm so tired though.

I get off the sink and try to walk up the stairs.

The pain is unbelievably bad.