My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

17|"i knew he was a monster"

| Damien |

*this contains abuse from family members so this may be triggering*

"You son of a fucking bitch," My father muttered under his breath as he drove towards the hospital.

My dad nearly beat me to death. This was one of the worsts, but not the first time I was sent to the hospital because of him.

He woke up, and came out to the front yard, with a beer in his hand. A beer for his breakfast, psh. He took a good look at what I've been trying to clean for the past few hours, and snapped.

"What the fuck did you do, you little fucker?!" I remember him yelling at me.

Once my father began to approach me with that furious look plastered on him, I knew he was a monster.

I attempted to run off, and get away, but my dad caught up. He threw his beer bottle at me as I ran down the street, which surprised me. I wouldn't expect him to waste a perfectly good bottle like that.

The thrown bottle slowed me down since it shot straight into the center of my back. One of the shards of glass cut me through my thin shirt. I groaned from the pain, and slowed down. My dad came up, pushed me to the floor full forced in the middle of our street. No one was awake, as it was only a little after 3 AM.

I landed hard on my left side to the floor. I fell awkardly onto the cement, when I hit the ground, an odd noise came from my arm.

"Agh!" I moaned from the pain, as I hit the floor.

"Shut your stupid mouth!" My father yelled as he dragged me by my hair back to the house.

I resisted and once again attempted to get out of his grasp. I stood up and he punched me in my right eye. That resulted in me falling back onto the cement ground, face planting. I could feel the blood between my teeth.

"Get your ass up!" My father muttered through his teeth.

My father pulled me up by my shirt, stretching it. He guided me back to our front yard and pushed me down back to the floor, once we got in our front lawn. I landed on my sore arm, and groaned once more.

My dad walked up to the house and inspected the blotches of egg I tried to clean up, as I lied on the ground soaking in the pain. He noticed the chipping of the paint, and instantly his breathing got even heavier.

"You bitch! This will cost hundreds, who's going to pay for this shit? You're making me look bad!" My dad came up and kicked me in the stomach.

He noticed my arm looked weird, as I kept holding it. "Your arm better not be broken. I ain't paying for that shit!"

I sniffled and swallowed the blood in my mouth from my busted lip, "It hurts... dad."

My dad groaned, "God dammit, damien! Get your ass in the car!" He kicked me in the stomach again.

And, here we are. In my dad's stolen pick up truck, driving me to the hospital. And, I know once I recover from this, he'll just beat me again as a punishment for making him pay for the hospital bills.

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I was out of school for a good week. One, my broken arm, bruised eye, busted lip, and scratched back all ache like a bitch. Two, I can't have people at school noticing that.

People at my old school back in NYC, noticed my bruises. Every other week or so, a new injury would pop up, and I had to make up a bullshit excuse every time, so no one would assume.

I hate the fact that I'm covering for him. I just can't go into foster care and be taken away like an animal. My dad is a fucked up man, but he's still my dad. He takes care of me and provides for me, not in the best way, but he manages.

Beth is concerned, but I refuse to admit to her. She'll lose it and try to call the cops on my father, and I can't allow that. I just have to keep on the dow low, until further notice.

And, I gotta start making a list of excuses to say to people at school, once more bruises my dad forms on my skin. Because, I know this won't be the last time.

say goodbye to all these frequent posting :(( the weekened is over and back to school for another long 5 days. gonna try to post every other day tho :))

and 1.21K reads?? i was dead ass at 1.12K before i went to school. thank you so much

1.51K reads?? y'all im shook. thank you so much.