I was laying on my bed. My dad had finally left my room after about an hour. He hit me a lot more times. My stomach is bruised and my face most likely had 3 bruises. My mom joined in twice then left. They both left my room at the same time. I managed to crawl onto my bed after I had been beaten.
I have been laying there for about 20 minutes. My parents left the house after they finished. They knew that I wouldn't be able to move. I had no idea as to where they left. My phone was probably on the floor in the kitchen. I want to call Ashley but I have no idea how I am going to get down there. I tried sitting up but I clutched my stomach in pain. I managed to prop myself on my elbow.
I rolled off my bed and onto the floor. I groaned out in pain. I used my arms to drag myself to my door. When I got to my door I used my handle to help me try to stand up. I managed to stand up but I was leaning on the door. I hopped back to open my door and I got it open and fell back on the floor in the hallway.
I crawled to the stairs and slowly slid down them. Once I painfully got down the stairs I used the arm rail to try to stand at the bottom. I managed to stand up but I winced at the pain that came from everywhere in my body. I couldn't give up I needed to call Ashley. That was my motivation to keep moving. I could see my phone on the floor halfway under the fridge. I hobbled over quickly and then I hit the island corner.
I held onto it with a death grip. I had hit my lower stomach on the corner. I fell onto my knees and reached for my phone. My finger tips barely reached the corner of my phone. I dragged it over to me and used my one hand to unlock it. I got to my contacts and pressed the call button for Ashley. She picked up on the first call.
"Hello?"
"Ashley I need your help."
My voice was almost gone I had said that in almost a whisper. That was all I could get out. Before I knew it everything was black.
