"Vic" I whisper through the phone "Please, I need you to answer"
"Skyler!" My dad bangs on the door, making me whimper
"Please Vic" A hot tear runs down my cheek, and my lip quivers "I know that your busy, and you don't have time, or whatever. And i'm sorry, i'm so sorry to ruin your perfect little life... But I can't, I just can't take this, and I need-"
Just then the door busts open and I drop the phone, as I let out a shriek of fear as my father charges towards me.
"Please don't hurt me!" I scream as he punches me in the face and I fall to ground "Please!" I cry "I'm sorry!"
My dad keeps pounding into my face, then I start chocking as he strangles me.
"Who the fuck were you calling?" He holds my face face against the cold tile as I cry "WHO?"
"Vic" I whine
"You think your brother cares about some worthless thirteen year old?" My dad laugh
"Please just stop" I beg, then he gets up, and I sigh, then scream as he kicks me in the side. "Please" I whisper into the phone then end the voice mail as he leaves.
I curl into a ball and start shaking as I hold onto the sink, trying to sit up, but instead I just fall back, and hit my head on the wall and start whimpering. Instead, I just feel around the sink for my jewelry box. But instead in falls on the floor and a bunch of pieces of metal scatter on the floor, and I quickly gather them back up in case my dad comes in to yell at me about loud noice, but he never does, just like I know Vic won't ever call back, because he doesn't have time for me.
I take the piece of metal, and squirm as I pull down my black leggings. I hold down the metal against my leg, wincing as I slowly hold it tighter against my skin, then once it breaks, sliding it all the way across. I repeat this about five times, then just watch as the small dots of blood surface, then turn into a line, and slowly drop off my leg. I lick my finger and slide it against the fresh cuts, growling as the burning sensation takes over, then pull up my pants and being left with nothing but numbness.
I grab my phone and fail Mike's number as emotionless tears drip down my face.
"Hello?" Mike yawns
"Mikey" I whisper
"Who is this?" He sighs "You Fucking woke me up"
"I'm so sorry, I know your busy, or something, but it's Skyler, and I need you right now" my lip begins to quiver again
"Sky? What's wrong?" Mike cops, I can feel him slap his forehead, he always does this when he's pissed off or stressed out
"I can't live in this house anymore" I whine
"I'm sorry you and dad got into a fight or whatever, but that's not my problem" he growls angrily
"He hits me" I whine, and he stays silent "And I swear to fucking god if he doesn't beat me to death first I'm going to kill myself"
"Don't say that" Mike shouts "don't joke like that, that's serious!"
"Go on Vic's phone and listen to his voice mail!" I whisper scream
"What's so important about it? And I think he blocked you"
"of course he did" I cry "just remember this god damn call when dad goes to prison, and your at my funeral"
"What about mom?" He asks
"Didn't she tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Mike spats
