Chapter ~ 4

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Alright what up my nice little pups , ya I know I kinda left it a Cliff hanger my bad. But that's what makes it interesting.

Anyways you guys can kill me but just remember if you kill me , who will write the story.  (n_n)  

Alright puppies the song for this chapter is Carolyn By Black Veil Brides . Enjoy ....if you dare ( little tiny voice ) muhahaha

~here we go ~

Alexandria's POV

Do I enter this house of hell or run to somewhere else. Well seeing that id have to come home some time I'll just go ahead and go in the house hopefully Earl isn't here .

As I opened the door I couldn't help but hear Earl's loud fucking snoring. I saw how he had about 12 or 13 bottle's of Ice-house beer bottles around him and on the glass coffee table.

Well... he's not getting up anytime soon so I guess I have it easy today I'll just do my homework ...ha what am I saying, I never do my homework.

I started to head down the small hallway when out of no where my hair was being yanked backward I started panicking but then I stopped because I released it was Earl. I had to.

I cant ever give him the satisfaction of me screaming ever.

As he pulled me by my hair to the living room he slammed me into the wall . I tried to get up as fast as I could, but he was quicker.

He held me by my neck against the wall so that my feet couldn't touch the ground.

"WERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT". He screamed looking down and saw my book bag and notebooks.

"A DUMB FUCK UP LIKE YOU DOESN'T NEED ANY EDUCATION, YOU BITCH. IF I EVER FIND OUT YOU LEFT THIS FUCKING HOUSE WITH OUT MY GODDAMN PERMISSION AGAIN THE PAIN WILL BE WORSE THAN THIS !". He yelled as he through me into the glass coffee table.

Terror struck in my eyes. He picked up the broken shards of glass and slit both my wrist over my recent ones he made trying to make me bleed out and then flipped me over into even more shards which pierced my stomach then deep painful strikes went across my back when he yelled a word

YOU.

strike.

WORTHLESS.

strike.

BITCH.

strike.

"Stop crying bitch, you don't get to cry. That was a warning, I'm leaving for two or three weeks. If I have to help bail you out of jail or some shit , I'll make sure you'll be with your mother ,  permanently ". He grabbed his wallet and a dirty rag.

"Clean yourself up bitch , an clean this place up".

"I'm Leaving to the airport don't die while I'm gone". He said with no emotion on his face as he throws the dirty rag on me.

He slammed the door shut and I heard his beat up old Toyota drive off.

I have to get to my room an get the first aid an my phone but I needed to go get the key first.

Yeah in order to keep him out of my room I put a lock on my door inside and out and hid the key outside.

I managed to open the front door but I ended up lying on the  ground and right before I visited my little world of darkness, I saw some dudes running towards me then I entered my world before they got there.

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