Reconnecting

Chapter 2

(Regina's point of view)

I know I'm way past curfew but I'm hoping my parents will be asleep by the time I walk into the house. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

"Where the hell were you," dad says. I can tell he's pissed. He's gonna kill me.

"Out with friends " I respond hoping that would be the end of the conversation but I knew it wasn't.

"What friends? Ever since you kissed that Hailey's boy toy, you don't have any friends." I haven't told him the real reason. Honestly, I haven't told anyone besides Hailey. When my "best friend" blow up when finding out, I decided not to tell especially when my whole family was homophobic.

"Fine, I went on a walk by myself. Are you happy now? Can I go to my room?"

"Don't sass me like that in my home." He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He started hitting me in places that my clothes could cover so he wouldn't get in trouble by my mother or an actual adult. This isn't the first time it happens, the opposite actually. He normally does it when he's drunk. As of right now, he's a failing recovering drunk. No one knows he hits me and although I want it to stop, I won't tell anyone cause I know it will only make him more mad to where he will hit me harder. Plus sometimes I

deserve it. Yes I know I shouldn't say that but it's true. Take today as an example I was way past curfew so I got my punishment.

When all was done, he grabbed what I could only assume was some kind of heavy alcohol, and walked away leaving me with a cut lip, bruises, and lying on the floor to scared to move. When he was out of sight, I struggled to get up. After lots of ups and down I get up. My lip was bleeding so I decided it would be best to clean that up first. I walk upstairs to the bathroom, clean up my lip and get ready for a long, endless, sleepless night. It was painful to lie down because of the newly bruised areas. I find a sorta comfortable position and pull out my phone. I see I got a friend request from Hailey on all social media. I smile as accepting all of them and start scrolling through Twitter, an hourly thing for me, I look at the time which states 2:47. How the hell is it that late already. As I finish my Twitter scrolling I realize I'm yawning quite some. I put my phone down and stare at the ceiling. Thinking of tonight's actions. I still wasn't sure on how it happened but it did and I'm quite happy about it. It means I can maybe have my ex-best friend back.

I try to shut my brain up and try to fall asleep after about half an hour I realize that won't be happening tonight so I get back on my phone and find my favorite episode of Friends and start watching till I hear my alarm clock go off.

Yay, another fucking hell day with no sleep. Today will be fun. Take note to my sarcasm. I hate my life.

Thank you guys for reading hope you enjoy!

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Written- September 28/29, 2018

Published- September 29, 2018

552 words