One more day (Slow updates)

Chapter 14

(TRIGGER WARNING)
I walked up to the front gate of my house, it felt odd to be back here, I'd only been gone two days, but it felt like an eternity.
The house seemed lifeless, for once there was no shouting, no crying, no smell of alcohol, it was peaceful, the way a house should be.
I knocked on the door, I hadn't been granted a key so I have no ways of slipping in secretly.
The sound of hobnail boots trampling down the stairs came closer to the door, I became nervous what if he gets ultra mad and kills me? There's been times he's got close, or I've got close to doing the job for him.
I stepped back as the door swung open, and glaring down at me was the man I hate to know as 'Dad'.
"Where were you?" My dad spits,
"At school and I had a sleepover with a friend" I smiled, secretly itching to get away,
"A friend?? Yeah right, who'd like an ugly bitch like you?" My dad jeered, honestly, his words stung, I knew I was ugly and the fact of getting left again petrified me, but Dom and the gang are different,
"Can I remind you of Archie?" I said, sassily, my tone of voice I regretted instantly,
"Can I remind you that he fucking left you?" My dad smirked, obviously enjoying making me want to cry,
"Look, I have more friends than you think, and they like me for who I am, we hang out and do stuff together like FRIENDS WOULD, unlike you and the drunk gang who make themselves throw up every night!!" I insult my dad,
I see the anger building up inside him, but I honestly couldn't care less right now.
"You just drew the line bitch" my dad growled, before lashing out, I narrowly dodged his grabbing hand, I literally dived into the house, sliding on my belly on the wooden floor, I scrambled up onto my feet and raced up the stairs,
I felt my dad's presence centimetres away,
I got to the top of the stairs and leapt into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it.
I saw the cabinet where I hide my make up wipes, I conclude to removing my mask of make up before looking in the mirror,
Ugly, worthless, stupid
I forget the last time I smiled, even though I'm sure it was today, I can't physically remember happiness, even memories can't make me smile.
"Be brave Skye" I whisper to myself, "stay here for Dom, Tom, Andy and Sam" I try to convince myself, but it's no use, I'm itching to use the sharp razor blade hidden in the cupboard,
just one won't kill
I retrieve the blade and slowly slide it over my bare skin, my arm turns red from blood.
I stare at the neat line on my left arm's skin,
"It's not symmetrical" I excuse, drawing four more lines on my left arm, and five on my right before hiding the blade again and washing my arms.
I instantly feel less stressed, but guilty for the self harm, I'd promised I was cutting down.
"SKYE OPEN THIS DOOR" I hear my dad scream, I choose to ignore his request, and conclude to put plasters n my cuts,
"SKYE!" I hear my dad's voice again,
"Yes?" I try to act innocent,
"LET ME IN NOW" He yells
"Why?"
"COS YOU DO WHAT I TELL YOU OR I KILL YA UNDERSTAND BITCH?"
"You can't get to me"
"I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN SKYE"
I sigh, giving in I unlock the door, preparing myself for the ugliest beating I've ever received,
"It's open" I grunt.
The door smashes open, knocking into my face sending me to the floor in pain,
My dad grabs me by the scruff of my shirt and pulls me to my knees before punching my face,
"BITCH" he yells, I stay quiet as he beats me,
"So who are these 'friends' then" he asks emphasising friends,
"Dominic, Tom, Andy and Sam" I answer,
"All boys eh? SLUT" My dad screams slapping my face and pulling my hair,
I scream but of course no one comes running to save me,
"SLUT, WHORE!" My dad insults still pulling my hair,
Will my life end already?
I was dragged downstairs into the garden, my vision started to blur, the trees seemed to twin, the earth was spinning and darkness