Run away

3

"I'm... I'm in my room!" I shout back, nervous. It doesn't matter for how long he's been doing this, it'll always be damn scary.

"UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU PIECE OF SHIT" he shouts. With a deep sigh, I unlock the door. It doesn't make sence to keep it locked so he can't get in, he'll find a way to get to me anyway.

As soon as he opens the door, he looks at me, angry for some reason I'll probably discover soon.

"You fucking..." he begins and I roll my eyes.

To remember: never, I repeat never ever roll my eyes again to my father. Never...

"Whát did you just do?" he says with an expression like he saw someone rolling her eyes for the very first time. "You fucking slut! What do you think you are!? The queen!?" he shouts at me, while slapping his flat hand in my face. I look up at him, scared for what will come next.

He drives me to the corner of the room and starts kicking me in my stomach while yelling the most terrible things at me.

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"Let that be the last time. You know what I think? No: what I know? Life would've been so much fucking easier if you were never born, you know that? You're only good for nothing, you slut. Why don't you just commit suicide?" dad yells at me. I bite my lip, I think a little too hard, because I can taste the blood on my tongue. He gives me one last look, turns around and closes the door with a loud bang.

I fall apart and grab to my hurting stomach. I pull my shirt up and look at the bruised skin aka my tummy.

Silent tears run down my face as I try not to scream out in agony. Why am I so weak? I'm pathetic, really.

He's right. Life would be easier if I was dead, for everyone. Everyone...

I put on my music again and dream away, trying my hardest to forget the pain.

bzzzzzzzz

I hear something...

bzzzzzzzz

My phone! I get up and grab the buzzing thing.

"Hello, with Tira" I say.

"Tira? Dustin here! I think you've got my phone" I hear the voice on the other side laughing.

I smile, I didn't tought I would speak him again, and here he is, on the phone, not even a day after I bumped in to him.

"I have what?" I say as I look at the phone I'm holding in my hand. Indeed, this isn't my phone! "Oh... How..?" I say confused

I hear him laugh again. "Well, I think that, when you ran into me, we both dropped our phone and you took mine with you instead of yours".

Thank god this is a phone-call and not a face-to-face conversation, because I can feel my head already turning red again. "Sorry, I... It wasn't..."

"Hey, it's no big deal, really!" he assures me, "maybe we can meet up somewhere?"

"I..." I begin. It sounds great, meeting up with Dustin again, but if Jace finds out, Dustin will be dead to him... No, no he doesn't needs to know this, there's no need to tell him!

"Yeah, sounds great" I tell him.

"Okay," he says, "what about I'll meet you around 5, at the cafe on the corner of your street?"

"Deal," I tell him, "but... how do you know where I live?" I asked, a bit confused.

"I do my homework" he laughs and ends the call.