"Girl! Get up!" I slowly open my eyes and whimper at the pain that shoots through my entire body. I stretch out lightly feeling the hard surface of the floor. I push myself up with my left hand and manage to get to my feet. I wobble slightly but before i can fall i grab hold of the door frame. "Come here!" I stumble into the living room cradling my right hand in my left trying to keep it as steady as i can so i don't inflict more pain. My father stands by the door with keys in his hand. "I want this house clean by the time i get home! I have some pals coming over tonight." He swiftly walks outside slamming the door behind him.
"Shit" I stumble into the kitchen and catch sight of the puddle of blood on the floor. I grab a bunch of cloths and wet them slightly before scrubbing away at the floor trying to get rid of the evidence that something had happened.
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Once the house smells of disinfectant, i let out a sigh and slump against the wall. I close my eyes out of pure exhaustion and let myself succumb to darkness. Unfortunately the relief doesn't last long as i jolt awake when the door slams open. Just as i get to my feet my father walks into the kitchen. He looks down at me with anger in his eyes. He shoves a massive box of beer in my hands and i whimper at the pain it causes in my wrist. "Put those in the esky, Eric and the boys will be here soon." He watches me struggle with the box before angrily taking it out of my hands. "Such a little baby!" He roughly dumps the box on the kitchen bench before swiftly slapping my face making me immediately feel the heat from the hit. "Get changed into something pretty." He pushes me towards the stairs and i quickly run up them not wanting to face another hit.
I run into my room and shut the door behind me, happy to be alone in my safe haven. I walk into my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. I look at the blood all over my face from my sliced lip, lightly trailing a finger across it. I lift my shirt up and wince when i see the bruises. I turn my right wrist over and tenderly touch it making a rain shoot through me. My wrist is twice the size it should me and it is a very vivid purple. I sigh at my reflection before stopping myself of my clothes and getting into the shower. I quickly shower and dry myself off before putting on a loose dress and slide some shoes on knowing that there will most likely be broken glass all over the floor in a few hours.
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I look at myself in the mirror again before picking up my foundation. I hate wearing makeup but i have to so i don't get my father in trouble. I slowly put it on but struggle slightly since i have to use my left hand to apply it. After getting it on evenly i slowly open my bedroom door and walk to the top of the staircase. Boisterous laughter echoes around the house an i let out a deep sigh before cautiously walking downstairs trying to be as quiet as i can. "Girl! Is that you?!" I let out a wince knowing i have to go to him now. I walk to the living room to see him lounging around surrounded by 4 of his friends. "Get us a beer, would ya?" I nod before scurrying to the kitchen and grabbing 5 beers trying to hold them all with my left hand but struggling. I cradle them in my arms as i walk back to the living room. I pass them around to each of the guys trying to avoid contact with their skin.
"Thanks darl" I feel a hand wrap around my waist and i let out a whimper as i'm pulled into a lap. My father watches with a sick smile on his face. I struggle in Carl's embrace trying to free myself from his death grip. His hand sneaks up my thigh and i try to push him off but i can't move my arms.
"Please don't!" My father grins and beckons me to come to him. Carl's lets go of me and pushes me towards my father. He grabs my chin roughly.
"You do what we want alright?" I shake my head and i immediately regret it when i see the anger on his face. He pushes my shoulders back and i loose my balance. I fall harshly onto our glass table making it shatter under my weight. I let out a shriek as glass pierces through my skin. My father sits back in his chair and watches me struggle. Tears run down my face and sobs rack through my body. Carl climbs on top of me and swipes his disgusting finger across my cheek making me flinch away casing more pain in my back. "Do whatever you want Carl, she deserves it" Carl places a hand on my thigh and i sob.
"Her crying is annoying me, go get something to stuff in her mouth." Two of the guys i don't know leave the room and Carl shuffles off me and grabs his drink taking a long sip. Carl then turns to my father and his other friend. "Let's go get some more drinks, she isn't going anywhere." Carl and the other guy leave the room leaving me with my father. He glowers down at me before stomping on my right wrist making me cry out. He follows them and i lie there for a minute trying to ignore the throbbing in my body.
I lift my head up and look around making the sure they have no way of seeing me. I slowly push myself up into a sitting position trying to not make any noise. I push myself up onto my feet and wince as the pain strikes. I look towards the door before looking back to the kitchen.
Here we go....
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The boys will be in the next chapter! As well as a special someone ;)
