Forever and Always, In my heart

Chapter 37:

Ch. 37

~Peyton POV~

“Where have you been?” Tim asked the moment I walked in through the door. Damn, I thought he’d be in bed by now, it was past midnight already.

I sat my keys down in the bowl on the stand by the door. If he was up, that meant mom got called into work for the night. “Somewhere.” I shrugged and started towards the stairs. I wasn’t in the mood tonight and really didn’t care what he did to me. I was tired, and even though I told David I was okay with this whole pregnancy thing, I still needed to just think it through.

“Excuse me?” He got up out of his chair and sauntered over to me. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes, making sure he saw me. “It’s really none of your business where I was at. You’re not my real dad and I don’t care what you have to say.” I walked past him up the stairs.  Or tried to, anyway.

He stopped me from going further, by grabbing my hair and pulling me back down the whole three steps I had already walked up. “I thought by now you would have learned not to speak to me that way. Unless, of course, you like to get hurt.”

I glared at him. “Whatever you do to me won’t hurt me. I can always just leave. You can’t stop me. Besides, mom isn’t here right now, so there’s really no point in me staying here.”

Tim started laughing as he turned me around to face him. “You really think you can leave? Technically, you are not eighteen yet, I am married to your mother, so my rules apply to you; especially if your mother isn’t home, and in my house you have a curfew. The curfew is nine o’ clock, and you, young lady, are three hours past that.”

“It’s a freaking Saturday night, Tim! Who has a nine o’ clock curfew on a Saturday? Besides, Mike isn’t home right now!” He had gone to a friend’s basically right after they got home. “Why doesn’t he have a curfew?” I yelled at him and tried to get out of his grip.

Of course, that only led to him tightening his hold on me, bruising my arms. He grinned knowing damn well what he was doing. “You have a curfew. I didn’t say anything about Mike needing one. Besides, he called to say he was staying at his friends.”

I snorted. “Yeah, because we all know he checks in. You want to try a new one; maybe one that I’ll believe?”

He tightened his grip just a bit more to where his hands felt like vice grips. “Mike isn’t the one who is in trouble right now so stop throwing his name in there. Stop trying to use him to get out of something that you know you’re in trouble for.”

“To hell with you.” I said, and ripped my arms from his grip. I could feel the blood rushing to the spots he held.

I ran up the stairs and slammed my door closed. My arms felt like they were on fire now from ripping them out of his tight grip. I looked down and saw the outlines of his fingers along with scratches from his nails. “Ugh!” I yelled.

All of a sudden, I was shoved away by my opening door and thrown to the floor because I tripped over my own feet. “What the hell?” I looked up to see Tim. “How did you get in here? I locked my door!”

“You keep forgetting that this is my house. I have a key for every lock in here.”

“Screw you!” I spat and got up, using my bed for leverage.

“I wasn’t done with you earlier for you talking back to me.” He walked closer to me. I backed up reflexively, but stopped when I felt the bed at the backs of my knees. Crap.

I sighed. “What are you going to do to me this time?”

Instead of answering, he grabbed a hold of me, spun me around, pinned my hands behind my back and slammed me to the ground, pinning me there too. Ouch. That hurt since I didn’t have anything stopping me from slamming my whole body weight to the ground. I had no idea what was coming next. This was something a little new. Normally he just settled for backhanding me or something. I didn’t have long to wonder, though, before he put a blind fold on me. “There. Can you see at all?” I shook my head. “You better not be lying.”