Abuse//S.M.

Chapter Four

L E X I

I parked my car in the driveway, and got out, trying not to slam the door. I walked up to the door, and I twisted the doorknob as slowly as possible. When it was cracked open, I swung it fast so it wouldn't creak, but caught it before it slammed against the wall behind it. I walked inside quietly, and quickly shut the door, still trying not to make much noise.

I got about hallway in the living room, before I saw my father coming from the hallway. I tried to run upstairs, but he grabbed a hold of my arm, making my sling my backpack off my other shoulder as he jerked me towards him. He held me close to him, and I cringed at the smell of alcohol coming from him.

"Let. Me. Go." I strained, but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Don't you dare pull away from me." He says, slapping my cheek. I winced from the sting, and he just gave a smug smile as he pulled me closer, and began kissing my neck.

"S-Stop!" I almost yell, but he doesn't.

He kisses further down my neck, harshly, and he reaches my collarbone. I hear a moan slip from my lip, but I do not like this at all.

"You like that, Babygirl?" He says, and I begin crying.

"No, I don't." I whimper, but he doesn't stop. He put his hands on my sides, gripping them harshly, sure to leave multiple marks.

"Stop squirming." He said, leaving hickeys on my collarbone.

"Stop!" I yell at him and bring my knee up fast.

It hits his middle, and he groans, grabbing onto it, and falling to the ground. I use the thirty seconds I have to run upstairs with my bag. I drop my bag on my floor, and I turn around quickly to lock my door. He walks up the stairs and comes to my door. He bangs on it, and I whimper, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Let me in, you little bitch!" He yells, and I cringe, not crying, but from pain.

"Never, you filthy bastard!" I yell back, quickly covering my mouth.

I should have kept my mouth shut.

"So help me, if you don't open this door, I will make it come down myself!" He yells, and more tears threaten my eyes, making my vision blurry. This time I stay quiet and give about five minutes before I hear him grunt, and give up.

I let out a long sigh, and fall back on my bed. I try not to think about it, but that's all that consumes my mind. I feel my collarbone, and feel over the multiple purple, blue, and red hickeys he left there. I get up and look in my mirror, knowing Shawn was going noticed. I sigh, not caring at the moment, so I get a small bag for Shawn's house. Today was Thursday, so I was going to stay for the whole weekend possibly.

I get all my clothes together, and I gather only a few things from my bathroom that was essential. I didn't grab any makeup since I wouldn't need any. Shawn has seen me in sweatpants, a sweater, and my hair in a messy bun and no makeup, and he still says I look beautiful. I find my shoes and put those in there too. Once I am finished, I decided to take a shower, since I don't want my dad's disgusting scent on me.

I got undressed, and turned on the shower, and made sure to lock the door.

Locked doors are the only thing keeping me safe in this house.

I let the hot water beat down my back, as I sigh with satisfaction. I wash my hair, then leave some conditioner in it to keep it soft. I wash my body, taking my time, before washing my face. I rinse my conditioner out and just stand there again. Letting the hot water lift me up like the vapour I feel like.