He's No Stranger

Chapter Two

Jenna's POV

It was dark by the time I get home.

My hair looking like it was just in a stampede from the walk in the breeze. At least I kind of feel better and at ease.

Placing both my hands in my front pockets I walk to the door. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. While poking my head in first, once I don't see Jeff I step in. I walk to the kitchen and take out a bottle of water, taking a sip.

I hear someone come behind me. Turning around slowly I came face to face with Jeff. He's snarling like an angry buck. I stand frozen on the spot when he starts shouting at me. Trying my best to block out what he's saying but it's what I hear that make my anger boil.

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM! YOU BITCH! JUST LIKE YOUR MOM. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"   His breath fans my face, he reeks of alcohol. I side step him and turn around.

Facing him.

"DON'T YOU CALL ME A BITCH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU DON'T DESERVE MOM AND I. EVER SINCE WE MOVED HERE YOU'VE CHANGED. WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU FOR YOU TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS? YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED MY FATHER. YOU ARE THE DEVIL FOR A FATHER." I could feel my body shaking.

" I HATE YOU!"

My entire body feel like it's on fire because of my anger, as I stare into his eyes, as I fight back my tears. I feel like a different person. I can feel that I'm powered by something, someone. Pushing me to my limit of anger. I feel free, like no one can stop me. I've never felt this before, a new side to me. There is a dark side to my personality. A dark side that I unleashed for a few seconds. I can't say I like it. I've never known I could say such mean things to someone. I now know that anger can truly bring out the worse in someone.

He is tense and stupified at my sudden outburst as he look at me with a dead glare. I even daze my own self but he had no right to call mom and I a 'BITCH'. Besides, I needed to let all of that out. I had put up with him too many times.

Too much pent up anger.

As I look at him his hands are shaking,  his fist in a punching position. He looks like he is trying really hard to hold back his punch.

That's when the tears came rolling down. He is actually wanting to punch his own daughter.

"You-" was all he said as I cut him off.

"GET OUT! I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY LIFE. YOU REALLY ARE A FOOL!"  I said as I run to my room.

Closing the door I run to my bed collapsing onto it, recapping what my father just did. That was the first time he called me that.

Really?

I can't remember directly but I think so. It doesn't matter. What matters now is that he is out of our lives.

I close my eyes letting the dark consume me as I drift off to sleep where nothing bad happens.

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It was 1am in the morning when I wake to go check on mom. I found her in the bathroom sitting against the tiled wall, her knees against her chest sleeping. Even in her sleep she is shivering. She looks really tattered with her torn clothes, bruises, cuts and a black eye on her face.