Best Friend

Chapter 16 : Beat

Chapter 16

Later...

Jeff POV

I was almost fast asleep when my door slammed open and hit the wall. I jumped, and pulled the blankets over my face.

"JEFFREY!"

The covers were ripped off of me, and I started shaking violently. I covered my head with my hands, and curled up as small as I could.

Immediately, I was yanked out of bed, onto the floor.

He's drunk. I can smell the alcohol, and he always beats on me when he's drunk.

He grabbed the back of my shirt, and started pulling me towards the stairs. Stairs are one of the worst parts. I can't stay on my feet, and I mostly fall.

He yanked me down the stairs, and I ended up breaking away from his grasp and tumbling all the way down to the bottom. I hit my head really hard.

He grabbed the back of my shirt again, and dragged me into the living room. This is where the beatings usually happen.

"You never finished sweeping the house, you worthless brat!"

He threw me down in the center of the living room. I saw a bunch of beer bottles on the floor near the couch. 

I got a hard kick to the stomach.

"Ow! Please stop!" I whimpered.

I knew he wasn't going to. Not yet, anyway.

"Why didn't you finish your chores!?"

"Y-you told m-me to g-go upstairs!"

"That's no excuse! You know better!"

I got a kick to the head, and I tasted blood.

I hate blood so much. It's the worst.

"P-please stop! It hurts!"

I covered my face with my hands to try to protect myself if he kicks me again.

I heard silence for a few seconds, and I wondered if he left. I peeked out between my fingers, but I saw him getting the baseball bat.

"N-no! Not t-the bat!" I screamed.

I tried to bolt, but he grabbed my shirt and threw me on the floor again. I started desperately trying to crawl away. But then the beatings started, and I couldn't move. I curled up and covered my head with my arms.

I started to cry, and tried to not focus on the hits. Sometimes I can mentally take myself away from the situation. But other times I just panic and scream. And that's what was happening now.

I could feel my heart pounding so hard in my chest. And I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy.

Everything hurt, and no matter how much I screamed, dad wasn't stopping until he was done.

I started feeling really sick and dizzy. The floor felt like it was moving beneath me. And then I passed out.

Later...

Jeff POV

I jolted away, but then froze. Everything hurts so bad.

I felt like crying, but I stayed silent. I realized I was laying on the living room floor, and dad was asleep on the couch with the tv on. If I cry and wake him up, he'll beat me again.

It took a lot in me, but I managed to stand up. I quietly crept up the stairs to the bathroom, and shut the door super quietly.

I turned the light on, and took a look in the mirror. I had bruises already.

I pulled my shirt off carefully, trying not to hurt myself more than I already was. I turned my back to the mirror, and looked behind myself at the mirror. My back was covered in bruises.

I sighed, and turned around to face the mirror. I had dried blood all around my nose and mouth. I turned the sink on, and started washing my face. My nose felt so sore, and I had 2 black eyes forming.

I silently went to my bedroom and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt. And then I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over me.

I finally let myself cry, but I made sure to be quiet about it. I buried my face in my pillow, and hugged my blanket close to myself. 

I want Nick to cuddle with. He would make me feel better...

I shut my eyes, and cried myself to sleep.