Wrong number C.R.

~ Chapter 5 ~

** violent warning **

I take out my earbuds, because I hear screaming. "WHAT THE FUCK KAREN, OUR OWN DAUGHTER HATES ME! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" My father yelled. All I heard was my mom whimpering. I swear if he hurted her again I will fucking beat him to death.

I walk downstairs. My father looked me in the eyes. You could tell he was triggered. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT YOU SLUT?!?!" He yelled. That's when I got upset. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU BITCH? I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD SEX! AT LEAST I DON'T GO AROUND GETTING OTHER GIRLS FUCKING PREGNANT WHEN YOU TELL YOUR ACTUAL FAMILY YOU'RE GOING ON A FUCKING BUSINESS TRIP! YOU MAD WHORE! I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!" I yelled.

He looked at me with disbelief and so did my mother. "OUT!" I screamed. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the door. My mom was on the floor she had a bloody nose. "Come on mom," I said picking her up from the floor. I walked her up the stairs, into the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and titled her head back. "Owe," she said.

I pressed on her nose. "Stop that hurts," she said while looking at me with pain in her eyes. "Oh fuck no he didn't do what I think he did," I said. "What sweetie?" She asked. " I swear if I see him again it's not gonna be the end, I'm pretty sure he broke your nose mom," I said. "No sweetie, he wouldn't," she said. I took the wash cloth off of her nose, the bleeding stopped.

She got up and went downstairs. I had blood on my hands. I washed my hands off. I walked into my room. I grabbed my phone to see what time it was it was 3:32. I walked over to my closet I grabbed a outfit, and walked to my closet to get dressed. I got dressed and curled my hair.

"Sweetie, your friends are here," my mom yelled. "I'm coming," I yelled. I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs. I put on my shoes. "Mom, don't let Dad in the house while I'm gone, I love you bye," I said kissing her check. " I won't," she said. I walked out the door. Closing it behind me.

I got into the passenger seat. Nicole was driving. Jack and Annie were twins. They were in the back seat on there phones. Nicole looked over at me. "Hey," she said. " Hey," I said looking out the window. "What's wrong?" She asked. " I'll tell you later," I said.