Story of My Life // Taylor Caniff

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Chapter 58

*Faiths POV*

"No! Faith! I forbid it! You're not going to your fathers house!" Felicity yelled at me.

"I need that money, Felicity! Besides I can't let my dog get tortured by that monster!" I stomped my foot to the ground.

"What's going on?" Taylor asked bringing another box out. I leaned towards Felicity. "He still doesn't know." She nodded.

I threw my bag over my shoulder. "I'm going. You coming or not?"

"Not! Fucking maniac!" She walked off.

I started walking to my dads house. Sense it's 3:29 PM, he's still asleep, meaning I can get the money and Viper in a matter of two minutes.

I arrived at the old white trailer in fifteen minutes. I got the key out from underneath the place mat and unlocked the door. I sneaked in quietly and there was dog urine, poop, and vomit everywhere. I gagged and brought my shirt up to my nose. I stepped over all the piles and went into the kitchen. Mom always had a jar of money saved up. Before she left, she put an extra two hundred dollars in it, and only told me about it. So I'm pretty sure there's atleast six to eight hundred dollars in that jar. I just don't remember where she put it.

I looked ontop of the refrigerator and under the table and in boxes but I couldn't find it. I took all of my strength and pushed it up and turned it into upper body strength, so I was weightless on my feet and legs. I climbed up ontop of the table and gripped onto the cabinet door. I searched the cabinets and soon found a dark blue seethrough glass jar filled with the money I have been searching for. I soon heard Vipers nails clacking against the floors, making his way down the hallway and into the living room.

"Oh my god.... Viper..." My poor dog. He's so thin. He used to be a giant muscular pitbull, now he's a small, scrawny, boney, and slowly dying dog. You could see his ribs and he had cuts all over his poor body. He's also shedding pretty badly. My poor dog is shaking and now just staring at me, possibly wondering where I've been and why did I leave him to take all of my hits. I feel so bad.

I quickly grabbed the jar and jumped down, making a lot of noise. Fucking smart move, Faith! Fucking wonderful and smart fucking idea!

Viper started attacking my face with kisses and jumping on me, trying to hug me the best he could. I quickly shoved the jar into my backpack and grabbed vipers leash. I grabbed his collar as well and suddenly my face made contact with the floor.

"Bitch! Where the fuck have you been? What gives you the god damn right to leave me?!?" Dad screamed at me as his foot made contact with my stomach. I screamed out in pain. My throat ached, and my voice was scratchy and dry. I kept coughing but soon coughed up blood and puked everywhere. I wipped my mouth and started coughing again.

Dad kneed me in my face and I fell back. Viper started barking at him and jumped at him, knocking him over. For such a scrawny and weak dog, he still had some strength when he needed it most. I watched Viper clench his jaws onto my dads arm as my insides churned again.

Dad punched my dog in his face and Viper let go. He kicked Viper away and he yelped. I grabbed Vipers spiked collar and got up and quickly striking my dad across his face with the collar. He screamed out in pain and I got this rush of excitement. I started beating him with the collar until he was bleeding.

I whistled for Viper and grabbed my bag. The both of us ran out of the house. I pulled my phone out and called 911.

"911 What's your emergency?"

"My dad is a drunk abuser and is after me!" I screamed into the phone.

"Stay where you are m'am, we're tracking your location right now. Remain calm."

"Where else am I gonna fucking go? Please hurry I don't want to be raped again!"

"Remain calm m'am. Help is on the way."

I ended the call and I soon heard sirens down the road. Flashing blue, red, and white lights race down the road and drifted in front of my house. Policemen went into the house, pointing their hand guns out.

A police woman came up to me. "Are you the woman who called?"

I nodded.

"Are you hurt? Is your dog hurt?"

"I'm fine, just in pain. My dog had been starved to death and hasn't been fed and hasn't been outside in forever. His fur is falling off his body, he hasn't had a bath! Because of that man in there!" I pointed at the trailer.

"Don't worry, m'am. We have everything under control."

Two ambulances soon came racing around the corner and paramedics ran into the house, taking my dad out with an oxygen mask on.

"Miss may I take your dog, I am a veterinarian." The lady smiled warmly at me. I nodded and handed her the leash. She helped Viper up into the other ambulance where they would take him to the veterinary hospital.

A familiar white car sped around the corner and towards us. I ran at the corvette. "Taylor!" I jumped into his arms and hugged him. He sat me back down and Felicity got out of the car and stood next to me. "So?"

I sniffled. "I'm free."

A/N

Aye guys! it's Maggie

Back with another update! Remember! I update EVERY Wednesday!

And today was the fifth day of school... IS IT OVER YET????

Psh! I wish!

Anyways, another update is straight ahead!

I love all of you, my beautiful immature crazy freaks!

See ya next week!

-Maggie XxXx