Warning:
This story contains violence, abuse, self harm and explicit content that may be upset some readers.
Read at your own risk.
Emilys POV*
I was woken up to the sound of yelling and very loud banging.
Shit, he was back.
I checked the time on my phone. It read 2:06am. I was surprised he was back this early.
"Emily?!" I heard him shout. This was gonna end badly.
I walk down the stairs slowly to see my father, drunk.
Nothing new here.
He was holding a bottle of beer in his left hand and another bottle in his right.
"Uh..yeah?" I asked nervously.
"Why is this house a mess?" He slurred and took a couple of steps closer to me.
I swallowed. He kept coming closer. I backed up slowly and eventually was against the wall while he hovered over me.
"And where were you earlier?" He said to me staring at me.
"I...I... was at Maddie's house.." I said holding in my tears. Madison was my best friend and she has lived next door to me forever.
One thing that we both share is that we have the same lifestyle...her dad is exactly alike to mine, if worse.
Her dad beats her senseless but my dad has only hit me once. I consider myself pretty lucky for that.
But I have a feeling this will all change now, he hates when I see her.
"Why would you go there?!" He said getting angry. I could smell the alcohol off his breath.
"Uh...b-because she's m-my best friend" I said in tears at this point.
His face grew angrier and angrier.
He threw his empty bottle onto the floor right beside my foot where it smashed and I felt pieces of glass lodging into my foot.
I let out a silent cry.
I looked down at my foot, gushing blood.
I looked back to him, seeing the anger in his eyes.
"I'm...I'm s-sorry" I tried saying but I saw him raise his hand and hit me right across the face.
I lifted my hand and placed it over the cheek he had just hit.
Tears rolled down my face. His hand slowly turned into fists.
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall.
"I'm sick of you!" He shouted at me.
He grabbed my hair that was in a ponytail and pulled me arose the room where I crashed into the wall on the other side of the room.
Pain rushed through my body.
I fell to the ground.
He started kicking me in my sides and wouldn't stop.
What eventually seemed like hours he stopped.
I looked up at him and he fell to the ground.
I'm guessing he passed out because of the alcohol.
I got up slowly, trying not to wake him.
I crawled up the stairs and to my room.
I quietly locked the door and sat on my bed and sobbed.
