Beautiful Distraction

Chapter 15

Chapter 15:

I didn't want to stay for the last 4 periods, half of them were study halls anyway. I wonder if my dad is even home, maybe he is, maybe he isn't I don't know.

I parked my car and went through the front door, seeing my dad sitting on the couch.

"Jade come in here." He demanded.

I did as he had asked but I'm not afraid. I won't be scared of my own father, I refuse to be afraid him.

I walked in the room, placing my eyes on him, but his eyes weren't on me. He looked down at the rug, then started talking.

"How come you are home early today?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"Um it's an early out, and I thought my last periods weren't important so I came home." My body starts to shake a little but I demand it to stop.

I end up swaying instead.

"You don't think the last periods are important? The classes that I pay for? For you?" He asks, sounding angry with every word he spits out.

"Well maybe if you got a job and stopped wasting all our money on Alcohol, we wouldn't have to worry about money as much as we do now." I mumble.

As soon as that sentence left my mouth I regretted it.

My father lifts his head and places his bloodshot eyes on me.

"What did I say about mentioning my drinking?"

"I'm so-"

I feel a huge pain go through my stomach.

I fall to the ground.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT JADE, HUH?" His face is beat red.

I feel another blow, but this time it's on my arm, not as painful as my stomach though.

I plead and whin and try to limp on the ground away from him but he picks me up by my hair, causing me to shriek.

"When I said not to piss me off Jade, this is what I mean. You really need to learn better honey." He chucks me by my hair onto the ground landing face down, causing my lip and nose to bleed.

"Go take a shower Jade, you look like ass." He spits, mimicking me from my line.

He leaves the room, while I struggle to get off the floor. I'm in shock, this is now the 2nd day my father has beat me, and it's worse than before.

As I finally manage to get up I quickly limp up the stairs to my room, my face burns, my hair feels like it's been yanked viciously, and my stomach is in indescribable pain.

I reach my room and slam the door shut, quickly heading to the bathroom to wash my blood I look in the mirror and see my reflection.

I have a big cut on my forehead, a bloody nose, and a bloody lip.

I look at my arm and see another bruise but not as big as my cheek.

I lift up my shirt to see my stomach,

It's horrible.

There's a bruise the size of my fathers fist, with the colors of black, green, and yellow. It looks disgusting.

I touch it and feel pain shoot up through my body. I decide to strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower drying off everything that's needed to be dried off.

I finally notice that I'm still shaking.

I try to stop myself, but I can't, this is unreal. I jump out of the shower and slip on my pjs. Looking at the bruises I realize, I forgot to go buy foundation.

Wonder what kind of excuse I'm gonna make up for all of these bruises..