What Do You Want From Me?

Chapter 8

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Emma POV

I went inside without moment and quickly ran off to my room. I didn't wanna be in the same space as this man for another second. I didn't leave the room and ended up crying myself off to sleep as I thought about the change that had just occurred.

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"You're such a dumb bitch! You will never amount to anything more in your life." my father woke me up yelling. By the looks of it, he was drunk.

"Why the fuck were you even born. You should've killed yourself a long time. It's your fault that everyone hates you." he said with no sympathy whatsoever.

He then grabbed my hair and began dragging me out of the room by it.

"Ow, it' hurts! Please let go." I was practically begging with tear flooding done my face.

As soon as I said that he immediately stopped and everyone went silent except for my slobs still continuing.

"You want me to stop huh! Them give me one reason or purpose I heave for you." he said still having his back facing me.

What does he mean? How am I supposed to be of any use to a dreadful man such as himself? I don't have any this to give him.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear him taking off his belt till it drops. I looked up to see him giving me the same lustful look from earlier.

"Now do you understand what I mean." he said instantly springing towards me at grabbing me by my neck. He started chocking me and my vision started turning black.

I immediately woke up, lunging upward while reaching for my neck. It wasn't real, it was all a dream. Sweat was slowly dripping down from my face as I took the time to process what just happened.

After a few minutes, I got out of the bed, dressed up for school, grabbed my things, and went for the door as quietly as possible. I left my room and continued walking down the hall.

Slam

I looked behind my room just to see him there.

"Where are you going in such a rush, huh?" I saw my father with the same look he gave me in my dream.

Fear instantly paralyzed my body as he walked closer and closer to me.

This is not the time to stay still. Move! Do anything! Just don't stay still!

My mind was arguing with itself as my doom was slowly approaching.

Tears started to fall down my face without me
even knowing.

This is not the time to be crying. Can't you see what's about to happen?

"Why're you crying? It's not like it's going to help. It never did back then, why would it work now?" he said taunting me.