Found by the Winchesters

I hate you.

Emily's POV

I looked at my phone only to see that it was now 7:36 and i over slept bad. I knew what was about to come. "Get your lazy ass down here NOW Emily" My already drunk father yelled from downstairs. "Oh no"

My dad and I have lived alone ever since my mom killed herself. We never knew she was suicidal, she always seemed happy to be around us. Ever since she died my dad has been abusive and hates my guts. He wants to see me dead. It's kind of funny though cause all I want to do is die as well.

As I start walking downstairs the hairs on the back of my neck start to rise which usually happens when I'm about to get hit.

"Dammit Emily you missed the damn bus and now I have to drive you" I could smell the booze in his breath it was disgusting. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to I just missed my alarm" I said as I knew what was just about to happen. His arm raised and as a reaction I winced. But before his hand could meet my face the doorbell rang.

"Go get it you gross little slut" He barked at me. I quietly shook my head and did as told. I walked next to the broken mirror next to me and glanced at myself. I was still in my pajamas, my shirt was up to my belly button and my shorts were so short you could kinda see my ass. I guess my dad was right I am a little slut.

I opened the door just a little bit to reveal two tall men one was taller then the other but not by a lot. "Um hello" I whispered "uh hi there I'm Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Spirnoff,  We're with the FBI"

Uh oh, why were the FBI here if my dad finds out he's gonna go buzzark what in the hell do I do.

They must have seen that I was trapped in my thoughts When agent Smith the tallest one spoke up "Are you okay, your eye is black and blue" Oh yeah I'm fine I ran into a car mirror" I lied. "Who the fuck is at the door rat?" "Oh um the F-F-BI" I stuttered.

Agent Spirnoff seemed to get tense from my dads question. "Hello" my dad said as he appeared from behind me he slickly started to grab me from my shirt and pull me backwards I stumbled a bit on accident and knew that, that was another hit. 

"Emily can you please give us a minute and go get ready since you already missed the bus" my dad hissed. "Yes sir"

Oh shit he still remembered I was kind of hoping he forgot, but of coarse he didn't.

I ran up the stairs locked my door and got ready. I changed into my school uniform, did my hair, and brushed my teeth I didn't eat breakfast because I weigh 135 and only want to weigh 110.

I was getting ready to walk downstairs when I heard the front door slam shut I froze.

When I walked down the stairs I saw My dad waiting for me. In one hand he held a beer bottle and the other was behind his back. 

"I'm sor" but i was cut off by my dads hand meeting my face he slapped me and punched me so many times it was getting hard to feel it anymore. with every hit he just got more mad he started to kick  me I was laying on the ground my nose and lip bleeding. One last kick and I was out

I woke up to my dad yelling and saying "I'm sorry" 

I tried to get up and yelped he definitely broke a rib. i stood and watched him, he finally turned around. His face was stained red from crying "you know what you need to do"

  (Please skip to the next chapter if you are sensitive to the self harm topic please anyone who is struggling or fighting know that i love you and support you. You won't be missing anything important) 

He pointed to the table and laying on it was my blade I wasn't surprised that he had it this is usually  how the routine works. I looked at him and he nodded.

I picked up the blade and cut my self, I must have done it ten times when he grabbed the blade away from me and told me to get in the car. As we were walking to the car there was an 1967 chevy impala it was pretty nice.

 I looked over at my dad who was obviously struggling to walk and I remembered that he was drunk. "Dad your drunk you can't drive me" I knew it was a risk to say this "Then you can fucking walk you piece of shit" "fine" I felt something dripping down my leg and saw blood I took out the extra napkins and wiped my legs.

My dad started walking outside and I started walking to school. I missed my homeroom but i can still make it if i run to my first period.