The door was cracked open and the main light was on, flickering against the crumbling walls. My heart was in my mouth, of all the things that had happened today this is the most frightening. I stepped forward, my palm against the wood of the door hesitating to push it open. I knew what awaited me, I knew what was to come. As soon as the door was open all the air flew out of my lungs as I was body slammed straight into the wall. Dust and cracking wallpaper floated down entering my lungs and littering my hair. I choked out, every cell in me screaming for oxygen. Panic was suffocating me. Although this happened to be a regular occurrence nothing could prepare me for each time. My father was a big man, over a foot taller than me and almost obese from his constant alcohol and drug abuse. I couldn't fight back, my strength could not even begin to compete with his.
His god awful breathe fanned over the side of my face and in response my stomach flipped in utter disgust. "Where the fuck have you been Y/N?" His voice boomed, almost deafening so close to my ears. I couldn't bring myself to speak, nor move my eyes from the floor. "I know you weren't at school you little shit." He gritted his teeth, spitting at me in anger. Tears welled in my eyes, stinging. What does one do in this situation? I managed to lift my eyes for a split second and out the window, sat on a branch in a tree is a man. A man dressed in dirty stained red, green with blacked out eyes. I gasped, pulling in the most oxygen I could. As my father continued booming on, I drowned it out staring into the eyes of this.. entity. In a blink he is gone but not without evidence he was there. A rock came flying through the window, smashing the glass into tiny pieces everywhere. The rock collided with the side of my dads head, throwing him off and away from me. His hand covered a deep, bleeding gash on his thick skull and angrily he scampered out the room shouting a string of obscenities.
I rushed over to the window, sticking my head out the huge hole looking around to see if I could see him. Nothing. Although there is no signs I whisper a thank you out into the air.
Despite the broken glass scattered across the floor I was still expected to sleep in this awful room. With the new hole the room grows increasingly colder as the night passes, I had nothing but the clothes on my body as comfort. My head lulled, my body begging for the relief of sleep and just as I was almost given such relief the front door slams open, rattling the whole house. I roll my eyes in disgust. They're back from whatever bender they were on. However the male voice that followed my mother that night was not that of my father. I was hardly surprised, she doesn't exactly have a track record of being loyal to my piece of shit father. She was laughing at him, giggling as if this mystery man was the most humorous thing in the world. Their footsteps descend the stairs and past my room, in the direction of my parents room. As the time passes, I drift into a restless sleep hugging my legs to my chest.
I awakened to the sound of a muffled scream followed by the repeated pulling of the chain keeping my door locked. "What the fuck?" I whisper to myself. And then it hit me. A searing pain in the side of my abdomen. Sticking out of my skin was a large shard of glass. Shit. I must have slid down onto the floor into my sleep.I pressed my hand around the bleeding wound, letting out a whelp of agony. For the millionth time panic was rushing through my veins, possibly the only thing keeping me alive. As my vision grew blurry my door slammed open as if kicked sending more debris everywhere.
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Ben and Jeff
Terrorabused. bullied. shamed. She knows what she has to do when she finds the way to escape the life which constricts her.
