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... "Everly!" My father yelled up the stairs. The hair on my arms stood up. He was angry... I swear I did all my chores! Everything was spotless even! Why was he angry?

"Yes, Daddy?" I replied softly.

"Get your ass down here!" He yelled. Fuck. I slowly got up from my desk and I inched my way down the stairs. I tried to make my legs go quicker but my body refused. It was like my body had a mind of its own, knowing what was coming next. He had a black eye with a cut at his eyebrow. His pale blue eyes bore into mine angrily. He held a plate in his hand and pointed to a speck on the side. It wouldn't come off. I remember scrubbing at it for at least fifteen minutes... "Why can't you ever do the dishes correctly?!"

"It wouldn't come off-" he slapped me across the face.

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The sad part is, is that it didn't hurt. When I didn't react he punched me in the groin, I fell to the floor and he started kicking my ribs. The plate was broken over my head and a piece cut my forehead and wrist-

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What the fuck...? I groaned. I opened my eyes which were slightly swollen from tears.

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I looked to my phone which was buzzing on the nightstand. I didn't look to see who it was. I answered.

"Hello....?" I groaned.

"Everly did you just wake up?" Ezra asked.

"Yeah... why...?"

"It's eight o'clock."

"No it's-" I looked at the clock. "Shit! I am so sorry! Are you here already?" I asked rushing out of bed.

"Yes."

"I'll be out in a minute Okay?" I didn't wait for him to respond. I put on some black shorts and a yellow sweatshirt with some band design on it, and put on a beanie. I put some tennis shoes on before grabbing my wallet and heading out the door, and moving to Ezra's car. I got in and he looked amused.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He joked. I shot him a glare. "Oof, the death glare!" He put a hand to his heart. I couldn't help but smile slightly and shake my head.

"Sorry I slept through my alarms..." I rubbed my eyes.

"You okay?" He asked his hand moved to my shoulder.

"Mhm." I wasn't okay. The memories of my father were shifting through my brain and it was bringing back feelings I didn't want to feel ever again. His hand moved to my forearm, moving my hand away from my face so he could see me better.

"Were you crying...?" He asked.

"Why? Are my eyes all puffy?-" I went to look in the mirror but he stopped me.

"Everly," He started. "Were you crying?"

"Yeah..." I admitted.

"Why? Did someone hurt you?" He asked. His face got serious.

"A long time ago, yeah. But he's gone now, and all I am left with is the memory..."

"Who was he?"

"It's not important." I replied looking away from him. "Now can we go get coffee? I need some caffeine in my system." I said. He smiled softly but I could tell he was worried. He pulled out of the parking lot.