Story of My Life // Taylor Caniff

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Chapter 12

*Faiths POV*

I drove home, ready to face what pain was gonna be thrown at my face.

I unlocked the door and a glass bottle struck at my face. "Where the fuck have you been?!?!" It was Dad.

"Go finish your chores before I kill you!!"

I dropped my bag at the door and grabbed the broom.

I did what needed to be done, and I was ordered into the bathroom.

"Strip!" He yelled.

"W-What?" I studdered afraid.

"Get undressed! and get in the shower!!"

I undressed myself and covered my chest the best I could and stepped into the tub.

Dad turned the water on and it was freezing cold! I stood under the water without moving or washing, sense I was forbidden to wash, and kept cover over my chest.

He turned off the water. "Okay, get out!"

I stepped out, my teeth chattering, still covering my breasts with my arms.

I reached for a towel on the rack but he slapped my arm away. "Get dressed! No towel!"

I nodded and grabbed my clothes and walked out of the bathroom and to my room. I dried off with a towel that was under my bed and got dressed into a pair of pajama pants.

I opened my dresser and put on a bra and a black tank top on.

I was on the verge of tears, but I held them in.

I heard the front door open. "Im home!" Mom said as I heard the door close.

"Stay!" Dad ordered as if I was a dog, and left the room with the door opened.

"Dinner!" Mom shouted.

Hillary and Jet ran up the hallway and I slowly followed them.

"Get back in your room now, bitch!" Dad screamed pointing to my door. "You can come out when I say so!!"

The scent of pizza filled my nostrils. I turned around and went back to my room, sat at the edge of my bed, and waited.

Good dog. Stay.

Bad dog. Stay.