Happy Endings Don't Exist...Do They?

Chapter 2: New Definition of Night Terror

The next day starts the same, this time I make sure to clean quickly before I leave. School goes the same, class, trips and giggles, class, push and insults, so on and so on until the day is over and once again I am headed home. Today however I am able to make it to my room without seeing my father. In fact I don't see him as I head back downstairs to make his dinner and I don't hear him as I get ready for bed. It is around eleven thirty in the evening when I turn off my light and set my alarm and I still haven't seen him or heard him moving around the house. I went to sleep hopeful that maybe I today I would be safe.

Ha. As I said before, hope is a dangerous thing.

My door is thrown open suddenly and I jolt awake in my bed. I quickly look around and see my father coming toward me with a grin on his face. I still. It is never a good thing when my father is happy, never. He makes it over to me and drags me from bed by my hair, at this point I am surprised I still have hair. He pulls me behind him as he starts to go down the stairs about half way down he lets go of me and I tumble the rest of the way down.

As I stopped my tumble I heard something crack and I feel pain in my side. I groan clutching my right side, knowing that I probably broke a rib...again. My father reaches me and gives me a kick that lifts my body up and I fall back to the ground landing on my knees and arms as I groan again. "Who do you think you are? I allow you to sleep in my house, eat my food and wear clothes I buy for you and this is the thanks I get...a cold dinner?!?" I scramble to my feet as fast as I can, but let's face it; it wasn't really that fast as he stares at me with his creepy grin on his face. When I make it to my feet I head to the kitchen muttering an apology to him for the cold food. Once in the kitchen I warm up the food I left on the counter for him and place it back on the counter. I wait for him to eat as I stand in the kitchen at, a quick glance at the clock, 3:49 in the morning. I can see his bloodshot eyes and know he had been out drinking. He finishes his food and stumbles up the stairs without another word or glance to me.

I sag into the counter whimpering in pain as the adrenaline of the situation left me boneless. I try to breathe through the pain of my possibly broken rib as I start to make my way up the stairs. By the time I make it back to my room, I have tears running down my face. I don't bother to close my door as I go to my bed where I gingerly lay back down for the rest of the night, too scared to go back to sleep.

Beep.

My alarm goes off like usual and like usual I shut it off after the first beep. But it is hard to get out of bed today due to my probably broken rib. Still I manage as this is not the first time it has happened. I made my way to the bathroom and tapped my ribs, again not for the first time and probably not for the last. After that I got dressed, made breakfast and cleaned up as I made my way to school. I am so not up for today. I sigh and then wince as I head to my locker. Thankfully I am slightly later than usual and no one bothers me on the way to first period. I head to my desk and lay my head down as I wait for the first bell to ring.

**Author's Note: Sorry this is a short chapter!! I promise next one will be longer!