Synthetic Love

Last Beating

Chapter Eight

Emily's Point Of View

I walked out of the bathroom to see we were parked just outside the schools parking lot. I heaved a big sigh as I waved goodbye to the boys, besides Ricky who I hugged, then ran out the door.

I walked up to Cortney and she had a smile on her face, as always.

"I see you've been talking with your brother" she said, gesturing at the tour bus.

"Yeah" I replied, even though it wasn't a question. "I'm going to live with him, after the school year ends and I graduate."

"That's great Emily! She yelled, giving me a side hug.

"Yeah," I said, "and his band members are pretty great too so I'll have a lot of fun there"

"I'm so happy for you, you won't have to live with that monster anymore"

"I know, that's what I'm most looking towards"

The day went by surprisingly smoothly, I got a text from Ricky around lunch and he said that I should go home after school and get my stuff packed.

Ricky offered to pick me up, but it was a nice day so I decided to walk. When I got to my house I noticed that my dad wasn't home. 'good' I thought, 'I can leave without an explanation, or a beating'.

I pulled out all my clothes and were nearly folding them into my suitcase when the front door opened. I stood still. He wasn't supposed to be home.

I heard his heavy footsteps walk down the hallway. I quickly ran to lock my door but he beat me to it and slammed the door open knocking me down. I crawled backwards hoping to get to my window but he stomped on my stomach before I could reach. I curled up in pain as he took off his belt.

Then I felt it, the sharp sting, even through my shirt. Over and over again. I could feel my shirt ripping from the whips and the welts forming.

"Please," I whispered, "stop dad please"

"You worthless piece of shit!," he yelled, "you are a pathetic excuse of a daughter, I wish you had never been born. It's all your fault. Everything is all your fault!"

When he had finished with the belt, he started kicking me. I pleaded for him to stop in between the sobs that escaped my throat but to no avail. He wasn't stopping. I feared he would never stop.