Home life

9 1 0
                                    


Luna P.O.V

When i returned i was starting to think that my dad wasn't home but, he was which was bad since i was late past curfew and he is mad at me when i am home late. This was worse he was drunk. When my dad is drunk he is way more abusive and angrier.I tried to make as little noise as i could but he was in the living room waiting for me with the belt. "what is your excuse this time..¨ i was taking the long way home father the short way home was under construction" ¨i Dont fucking give a shit about this crap you should have left earlier" Suddenly he charged at me and threw me against the wall and he threw my picture i made for him and mom when i was 5 that was framed in a silver frame with little points at the corners.

¨ i was taking the long way home father the short way home was under construction" ¨i Dont fucking give a shit about this crap you should have left earlier" Suddenly he charged at me and threw me against the wall and he threw my picture i made for...

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"OWWWWWWW!!!!!!" i said as i yelped in pain then i noticed the sharp points were in my arm and i was bleeding then i fell to the floor. He then kicked my side over and over until i was faking to be knocked out.Then after a minute he left me there on the floor. My arms were all bruised and legs and as i lifted my shirt up i saw i had bruises covering my whole body. Then i got up and picked up my drawing and saw a note inside the frame that was still cracked but was still able to be covered up.It was behind my painting.

Then after remembering all the times that we had together as a family i realized that my dad changed so much from giving me piggy back rides to an abusive father that beats you until you are knocked out

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Then after remembering all the times that we had together as a family i realized that my dad changed so much from giving me piggy back rides to an abusive father that beats you until you are knocked out. I wonder what my mom would say. Mom... Ever since she died my father has been drinking a lot more. But dont dwell on the past as my mom would say.

Then for a moment i caught my self thinking about the two boys that i met today. Doubt they will remember me tomorrow. But right now i keep getting distracted from what is really important right now reading the letter.


 Dear my sweet Luna,                                                                                     12-16-11

I have been diagnosed with an incurable disease Unfortunately i only have a few days left with you. The doctors have said that i only until Christmas to live. The disease i carry is very contagious and well i know you may be way  older from when you are know at the time being as i write this letter. I want you to know that i always loved you. And if you need money and help to get out of a situation if you are in trouble or if someone is abusing you i kept this a secret from your  father but i am a millionaire and i leave you all my money.Whenever you find this .....

Then i barely realized that i was crying so i wiped away the tear as i thought why did she suddenly stop writing.So from there i headed to bed with thoughts in my head still stirring with question. So once i was in my room i started to think on how i was going to escape my dad now.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: May 25, 2018 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

what do i doWhere stories live. Discover now