Summer '09 (was life)

Chapter Twenty Eight

I don't wanna watch frozen so I'm gonna write even more nonsense than I already have.

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Chapter Twenty Eight

I'm so done so I excuse myself to go home. I walk out to my car with all of my shopping bags and stuff them in the back seat. I get in a start the engine, and drive home.

I'm not in the mood for anything at all, so I trudge up to my room and flop onto the bed. Im just so done, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Adam and now Ethan have both broken me. I know I look like a whore to all the girls at school having a boyfriend one day and another the next. I'm just, done. I want to just stop everything and just reinvent my life.

At that moment the door bell rings. "Can someone get that, it's Patrick." My mom yells.

She's in the shower getting ready for some guy named Patrick to come over for dinner. I trudge down to the door and open it with a sarcastic smile on my face.

"Hello there... Patrick. If you can't already tell, I'm the rebellious bitchy teenager. Would you like to come in. My mother is...sooo excited to see you, but she's in the shower right now. If you want to make her mad go up to her room and sit on her bed to wait for her. No don't do that that's rude. Well are you coming in or not? Not that it matters to me."

"Umm yeah sure. Ill wait out here in the living room I guess. Unless I can stay with you."

"Oh so your some creepy pedophile? That's fine with me. Not. Stay the fu*k away from me, or else"

As my words leave my mouth I head back upstairs to change. I grab some spandex and put them on along with an oversized sweat shirt. I walk back down stairs and, with a running jump, leap over the couch to sit down.

Patrick is sitting on the other couch, but when he sees me leap to sit down, he gets up and moves over to sit by me. He really must be some creepy pedophile.

"No I'm not a pedophile I just like teenagers with an attitude problem, by the way you said that out loud."

He moves his hand to rest on my thigh and slowly starts massaging circles with his thumb. As good as it feels, I put my hand on his to move it away, but he won't move an inch. Damn he's strong.

"It's not going to work. Im strong and have had practice. Keep trying though its interesting."

His hand is slowly inching up my thigh, he's obviously thinking that Im not noticing.

"My mom should be down any minute now. Thank god because then I can get away from your creepy pedophilic ass.''

When 'ass' leaves my mouth, he shouts up to my mother, "What is the punishment for profanity because your daughter is using it way too much."

"Usually I just take her phone away, but she still does it so you are more than welcome to do something else."

She yells those words and I'm suddenly nervous because he smirks.

"I'll be down in ten minutes make your self at home."

I try to get up but he has an iron grip on my thigh. "Nuh uh Kate. You aren't going anywhere. Your mom said to discipline you so that's what I'm gonna do. This is gonna hurt by the way. When my kids are bad they get slapped so that's what's gonna happen. "

He stands and turns to face me.

"Hold out you hands. And don't you dare scream. It will just hurts more if you do. You are getting five hits, but if you are bad, you will get more."

I have my hands palm up out in front of me and he's about to hit me for the first time when my mother walks down the stairs.

"Patrick is that how you punish your kids? It seems a little extreme."

"Yes I slap my kids and they are perfectly fine, she will be too."

"Alright then. Get on with it. She uses profanity way too much so make it hurt so she won't do it anymore."

With that she leaves the room and with her my only help of being saved from this monster.

I feel him pulling up my sweatshirt arms being rolled up and I know that it's about to hurt a hell of a lot.

He takes the first hit and I scream out in pain. No wonder his kids obey him this hurts a hell of a lot more than I thought it would. He takes the second hit and it hurts more. The next three follow in quick succession, the next hurting more than the latter.

After the fifth I jump up and run to my room. I can't stay here with this abusive pedophile. I diall Ethan's number, but get no response. I need help right now so I take a deep breath and call Adam.

To my relief he answers.

"Adam can I come over. I need to get out of here."

"Yeah sure come right over. Wanna stay the night?"

"Yeah sure. Thank you so much."

I grab a bag and shove some clothes for tomorrow, my phone charger, headphones, and other stuff I need in it, and I'm off to Adams.

I get there and ring the doorbell to be engulfed in a bear hug by Adam

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Weird chapter I know but I needed a reason for her to go back to Adam and an abusive boyfriend for her mom is the first thing that came to my mind. I do not premote or like abuse in anyways and all abuse is purely fiction. ok bye.