Maltreated

Chapter 2 - Abusive Father

Finally, I am finishing school. I have already planned, three days from now on my graduation day I will finally escape. I will have my freedom. Things are still the same, but he hasn't hurt me since, because I would give him his alchohol on time and there is no reason for him to hurt me.

I was at the park just taking in the beauty of nature. Suddenly, it started to rain. I groaned and started to sprint towards home.

When I got home, something felt terribly wrong. As if on cue, my dad came out with a broken glass on his hand. He looked sober which terrifies me.

"Tamara!" He called. Why was he calling me by my name? Ever since the accident, he hasn't once called me by my name.

"Y-yes, d-dad?" I stuttered as i was so scared.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"I-I was at school," I lied.

"I thought school ended an hour ago?"

"Well, I was at the library for 30 minutes as I have a homewrk to finish. I was so absorbed on finishing it that I forgot about the time. When I came out, it was raining and I rushed home," I lied shamelessly.

"Really? Are you telling me the truth?" He pressed.

"Y-y-yes." Why am i stuttering?

"Why are you stuttering, then?" He demanded. Uh-oh I was dead. I didnt answer because I didnt know what to answer, and if I answer he would just see through my lies.

Then, he started to hit me in the ribs and followed by a kick on the shin. I begged, "Please, stop hurting me!" But he just started to kick harder. I was crying by now.

"That," kick "is," kick "what," kick "you," kick "get," kick "for," kick "lying," kick "to," kick "me!" He hit me with the glass piece that he was holding.

Please let these three days go by faster! I can't take it anymore!