My Hero, My Killer

Chapter 2

EMMA'S POV:

My dad banged on the door with his fist "Emma! Open up you piece of trash!" He all but screamed.

I bit my lip slightly at the thought of my dad barging in. I knew too well that he would if I didn't open up.

So I did. With hesitant movements I slowly opened the door.

There he was, standing there and glaring at me with those hateful, bloodshot eyes.

He roughly grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and yanked me against the wall, letting go as I slammed into it.

"What did I tell you about locking doors?!" He yelled at me.

I let out a small scream as I slid down against the wall.

I didn't answer him.

He gave me a sharp kick to the side "Huh?!"

I shielded my face with my arms as he began to beat at me with what ever he could find.

Books, magazines, belts, necklaces, anything he could get his hands on.

I began to cry.

"Dad! Dad please! Please stop!" I begged but to no avail.

It always went like that, but no matter how hard I begged and cried he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied or too tired to do anything more to me.

He lashed out at me with a beaded necklace I had laying on my dresser.

It whipped against my skin and stung like crazy.

After he was satisfied he had hurt me enough he staggered out of my room and to the couch.

I sat against the wall, trembling like crazy. My whole body ached and hurt. No blood was drawn this time at least.

I slowly got up and all but limped to my bed. I laid down and pulled the covers over me, shutting my eyes tightly.

I was exhausted and didn't care to lock my door again. Not after that lesson.

I let out a soft sigh before drifting to sleep.