Phoenix Howell- Goodbyes and Hellos

Hurt

Phoenix's POV-
Everything is fine. He hasn't done anything yet. Don't panic, things could be different now. I tried to calm myself the best I could.
I had locked the door, the sound of a key clicked and the door swung open. Down came my father.
"The hair...it's uh...interesting." He said, referring to my now very faded blue hair. It'd been so long since I had dyed it, my blonde roots poked out from the top of my head.
"Maybe you could change it? Back to blonde maybe, or brown." He said, saying it as more of a command than a question. I stayed quiet.
I was afraid.
Standing in front of me was a man that drove my mother to kill herself. A man that stabbed me multiple times, almost killing me. A man that caused me to have constant anxiety, depression, ptsd, everything.
Just seeing his face brought back more memories than I ever remembered before.
My sides ached as badly as they did the nights I spent in the hospital after he had tried killing me. My body shook, I couldn't think. My entire body was in pain.
"Can I see them?" He asked. I was barely thinking logically. I tried not to show my pain and gave him a confused look.
"The...the scars.." he stuttered with his words.
My shaking hands slowing lifted up my shirt. Small lines covered my stomach and sides. Each one a scar from every slit made by my father's knife years ago.
He reached out, putting his fingers on them, tracing them.
I pulled my body away and pulled my tee shirt down.
He didn't apologize.
He looked at me and went back up the stairs, leaving me alone once more.
I tried to figure out what his plans were. Maybe he was sober, maybe he really had changed. Either way, just standing a few feet away from him gave me an unbelievable pain and I needed to get the hell out of there.
I grabbed my phone quickly and started texting.
To Tyde-
Tyde I'm scared. I'm fine, but I'm scared and alone. I need you.