I walk in the door, my mom still isn't awake. but my step-dad is..he's watching this show called breaking bad on the couch. I try to get to my room without conversation or eye contact with my step-dad. he can't ruin my one good day, but he does..
"hey Britt brat, where were you?"
he was mad. and I don't know why. and when he's mad, it's never good.
"just taking a walk, why would you care? I'm going to my room." I shake as I speak,
I start running to my room so I could lock the door and I'd be safe, but he comes after me before I could even teach the hallway.
"leave me alone!"
I scream, hoping my mom would wake up, but she never does.
"I don't have to, I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me, because no mater what you say people won't believe you and there's no one here to see you little useless piece of crap" he says.
he just stares at me smiling with his evil eyes. nothing but evil.
"go to hell" I snap
"oh I will. but I have time in my hands before I do."
he throws his fist in my shoulder and pain spreads through my back, I try to turn away and protect nyself but this time he hits me in the face. hard. I feel blood trickle from my nose. I kick him in the groin and his face turns red with anger. I have a few seconds to run, and I do. he strikes at me but I got away before he could get a grasp.
I make it to my room and lock the door.
I start to cry. why me? why anyone!? why does this happen!? he bangs on the door shouting, but the only words I can make out are "open" and "hurt." I'm scared and I get a towel to wipe the blood. my shoulder aches and my nose burns. I dig for my phone in my bag, he's still yelling. I call 911, this is getting out of hand and I can't take it anymore.
