What Do You Want From Me?

Chapter 4

Emma's POV

I walked as slow as possible as I went down to the to where she was standing. As I got closer I began to see her angry expression as clear as day.

I was getting beat and I knew it.

"Where the hell were you last night?" she said full of anger in her voice.

"I stayed over at a friends house last night." I said very quietly.

"With that boy who just dropped you off. So now you wanna be sleeping around huh?" she asked with a hateful tone.

"He just dropped me home, it was nothing like that." I said.

"Bitch! Why did I curse? I am depressed. who do you think you're lying too?" she said almost reaching her breaking point.

"I wasn't lying." I tried to reassure her, but she just wouldn't listen to a word I said.

After that, she started walking towards me. she quickly grabbed my hair and started dragging me to the basement, where she always locked or beat me up.

She threw me down the stairs and I hit the floor with a loud thump sound. My head started to feel very warm and began to feel dizzy.

I reached the for the back of my head to see what it was. When I pulled my hand back I saw blood.

My vision started to blur and I started to lose consciousness, but that didn't stop her from hitting me over and over. Suddenly everything went completely black.

...

I woke up and my head was aching really badly

Ow!

What time is it?

I walked up stair to the door to see if it was open. To my surprise it was. For the firsts time in a while, she forgot to lock the door.

I quietly entered the kitchen and check if she was there.

She wasn't so I kept moving forward towards the living room.

When I got there I saw her on the couch. She looked knocked out. By her was a calendar and it looks like today was Monday. I had been knocked out for the whole weekend.

I walked for the stairs as fast and quiet as possible. Luckily she didn't wake up.

I headed up to the bathroom so I could wash all the blood from my head and back. After I wrapped it in bandages to stop the wounds from bleeding any more.

I then walked over to my bedroom and found a simple pair of clothes to put on.

Immediately after I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs the way I came.

I walked over to the door very quietly. But just as I was opening the door she spoke.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, child. " she said and scared me to death.

I turned around slowly to answer her, I realized she was only talking in her sleep.

Relieved, I walked out the door and head on my way to school.