we eventually made it to my house and i couldn't help but internally hurt thinking about the possible physicality that might turn up
i told cohen to take my car with him to his house and on Monday have someone drop it by he denied several times saying he will just have someone pick him up but in my mind there's no way he could come inside so with a lot of arguing and him throwing around words not supposed to be used he finally agreed and pulled off
he may be a jerk and an asshole AND a dickwad but i did still thank him for driving me home which he only nodded at before driving off to his freaking mansion of a home
so here i am standing at my door step procrastinating even opening the door
maybe i could make a run for it i'd make it to Mexico in like two weeks if i just keep running
i could pull a forest gump on this bitch
no no you can't do that to lane
so rethinking it all i slowly opened the door and peeked my head inside however my dad was no where to be seen
at all
i walked in and began looking around making my way to my room as quiet as i could
the kitchen was empty not even lane was in there, the living room had no one either but the tv was on blasting out friends, which i assume was left on by my idiotic brother in a frenzy to get to his room when he heard dad arrive
i know he's home though his car is parked in the driveway he must just be passed out in his room
i quickly walked to the stairs as soon as i got halfway up my fathers bedroom started to squeak
what luck
"and where have you been" he slurred giving me a crazy smile
he never smiles
"i went out with mackenna after the football game" i mumbled walking further up the stairs trying to get closer to my room
as i grabbed hold of the handle i felt a hand on my shoulder yank me back
he began to tsk in disbelief that devil smile never leaving his face
a father's smile is all a girl knows, but i wish i sure as hell wish it wasn't.
"uh huh did you now" he laughed looking at his phone "you see it's almost 2:00am, what were you doing, hoeing around?" he spilled out his voice beginning to get more agitated
"no we went to a friends house a-and we were hanging out" i stammered over my words, which was a bad time to do so
"now i KNOW you're lying" he began to yell dragging me by my shoulder to the stairs
"walk your ass down there see if you can make a straight line bet your ass is drunker than me" he slurred as i began to slowly walk down the stairs, him following close behind
"AHHH" i screamed feeling pain engulf me as the weight under me went limp
he managed to literally dead leg me
"see you bitch you can't even walk down the stairs properly" he laughed a smirk hinting on his lips
at this point i couldn't move, i was in too much pain i had fallen down at least 10 steps
"YOU-you pushed me!" i screamed tears edging my eyes "wow" he seethed "pathetic of you to lie like that"
before i could even blink them away he began to hit me not full fist but smack after smack, the tears began to fall and i knew i'd end up injured more worse then i could imagine
YOU ARE READING
The Tainted Two
Teen Fictioncora was mistreated, broken and hurt. cohen was the same, both never letting their true emotions show. she didn't mean to run into him that day at lunch, but the minute she did there was no way to stop him from growing intrigued with her life.
