Chapter 8
*Faiths POV*
I fed the dog and then walked him. I did the dishes real quick, swept the hallway, and did what I could before I had to leave for school.
I slipped on my black vans and grabbed my keys off the key hook and opened the door.
As I was about to step out onto the porch, my head lunged back and slammed against the closet door.
A warm ooze started flowing down my nose and it was seriously painful.
I saw that it was my dad who grabbed my hair, when I hit the floor.
"You didn't finish your chores!!!" Dads alcoholic breathe smashed at me.
"I didnt have time to finish." I whimpered.
"Then next time-" He kicked me in my stomach. "Work-" Again. "Faster." Again.
I cried out in pain and struggled to stand up. I looked over towards the hallway and Hillary stood there shocked and crying.
Hillary hated me, but she still loved me because we're sisters. Even though it's not biological.
"Hillary go to your room hun. Daddy's punishing your sister for being a bad girl."
I looked down ashamed. Showing my sister my weakeness. She ran off crying.
Dad grabbed my hair. "Get to class! You're gonna be late."
He threw me back on the ground and walked to Hillary's room to calm her down.
I stumble to my feet and jumped out the door.
I unlocked my Prius and closed the door and locked it, fast. I burst out to tears.
Why does he have to do this?
It's not like I can stop him from drinking.
I drove to school and it was already second period.
I stumbled to the bathroom that was in the main lobby and wipped the blood and smeared makeup, off my face.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I was defeated.
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Story of My Life // Taylor Caniff
Fanfiction"I need you more than you need me." Faith Evans is a sixteen-year-old girl who lives in Indiana. She is beaten to hell everyday by her father who is a sudden alcoholic psychopath with no other desire than to drink all night and sleep all day. Best...
