Why me? (C.W) | Ackley Bridge

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Luckily I made it through the rest of the day with little to no conflict with anyone else and thankfully no detentions.
Once I got home I shut the door as quietly as possible and crept up the stairs trying not to make a sound.
"Kiera is that you?" My step-dad's voice boomed through the house.
"Yeah." I muttered while mentally face-palming myself.
"Where're you going?" He slurred, clearly drunk while walking out of the living room.
"Just for a shower." I spoke while keeping my head down, I walked away once he had disappeared into the kitchen. I hurried into the bathroom and had my second shower of the day, something about school just makes me feel gross and dirty. Once my hair was up in a bun I got into the shower and started scrubbing my body. It wasn't long after when I heard the bathroom door fling open. I just assumed that my step-dad was going to the toilet seeing as there was only one bathroom in the house, but boy was I wrong. The shower curtain got ripped open and well, I think you can guess what happened next. I begged, pleaded for him not to do it but that only made him more determined. Once he had finished with me I just sat on the shower floor, ashamed as to what had just happened. Tears were streaming down my face as the scolding water pricked my skin. How was it that I felt even dirtier now than I did before the shower? Did that really just happen? I asked myself. Eventually I plucked up enough courage to exit them bathroom. I hurried across the hallway into my bedroom and quickly got changed into black skinny jeans and a grey jumper. I'd decided that I would go over to the rec and drink, that's all people ever did at the rec and god knows I have to get out of this house right now. I grabbed my black bag and walked down stairs I don't know why but my feet carried me into the living room to see my step-dad sat there as though nothing had happened.
"Don't look at me like that." He sniggered while downing what was left in his beer bottle. "You were asking for it in the clothes you prance around here in, all that slap you wear on your face, it's a wonder that anyone lasted until now to do it."
"I'm going out." I spoke on the verge of tears once again.
"No you're not!" He shouted getting up and grabbing my wrist
"Let me go." I pleaded looking into his eyes, only making his grasp tighter. I don't know what came over me but soon enough I was filled with rage I started violently shaking my arm to try and get him off of me.
"Stop it!' He boomed while bringing his other fist up to make contact with my mouth. I carried on trying to get out of his tightening grip so he hit me again this time on my eye socket and again on the nose, an audible crack from my wrist filled the room as I screamed out in pain. With my mouth soon filling with blood and half of my face stinging, I did what I saw to be the only way out and kicked him in the privets causing him to eventually let me go. I stared in shock for a minute before bolting straight out of the front door, too scared to even look back. I ran to the corner shop, put my hood up so my face couldn't be seen and made sure that I was out of the shopkeepers eyesight before shoving bottles of beer into my handbag along with a bottle of vodka. I looked around the rest of the shop then brought a packet of gum as to not look too suspicious. After that it was only a short walk to the rec so I was there in no time.
I sat on the floor underneath a shelter to hide myself from the pouring rain and eagerly unscrewed the lid of the vodka with one hand, I hadn't been in so much pain in so long, physically and emotionally. Usually it's just kicks to the stomach and stomping on my legs, so along with the several broken ribs I was in excruciating pain. I was also certain that he had broken my wrist which was now visibly swelling. With every sip the pain got number and number, even though I could feel the vodka falling into the cut on my lip.
Once I got a quarter of the way down the bottle my head was spinning. I had never drunk vodka before I usually stuck to cider and beer, but I knew that vodka was good for making you able to forget things, and I definitely needed that. Tears were still streaming down my face from a mixture of physical pain and the memory of what had just happened. Suddenly I began to realise that drinking wasn't the best idea, I started feeling lightheaded so I lay down on my side, groaning when my bruised skin came into contact with the harsh floor. Just as I was about to take another sip I heard someone call out my name, I looked to my left to see Cory Wilson. Great, my day was just about to get worse.
"Leave me alone." I slurred my words all blending into one.
"Who did this?" He asked crouching down in front of me and using his thumb to gently rub over my cheek bone causing me to flinch.
"I didn't see their face." I lied as the tears still streamed down my face.
"No, Cory don't I'm fine." I lied while sitting up way too fast, causing me to go dizzy. Cory gripped both of my shoulders to steady me.
"I'm phoning for an ambulance okay?" I didn't bother arguing back with Cory this time, I didn't have the energy.