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I sit on my bed, thinking 'Would anyone care if I died?' I shake my head to get those thoughts out of my head
I turn to look at my alarm clock noticing that my dad was coming come in an hour! I still need to cook it!
My eyes widen as I jump up and run downstairs, tripping on the last step. I dust myself off as I run to the kitchen to start cooking
*one hour later* I feel as if I'm being watched.. oh well
I shake it off while I grab the pizza out of the oven and put it on the counter top
I walk to the fridge but getting stoped halfway there. My dad comes through the door and looks at me then the food and back to me, I can see the anger blaring in his eyes
He storms up to me, grabbing me by the hair
"Where is my beer?!" He slurs angrily, I stare at him, fear lingering in my eyes "answer me!"
He lets go of my hair, swinging me into the wall in the progress
I feel the tears welling up in my eyes as the pain hits me in the head like a bullet
He walks to the fridge, he gets out a beer and walks over to the counter top, placing it on top
He turns to me and marches over, he slaps me, leaving a mark. The pain bolts through me as a sob escapes my lips
He stares at me, hatrid steaming in his eyes
He points to the stares as I run up the stares, a hand on my cheek to try ease be pain
