Shattered

Chapter 1

I was laying in my room drawing a picture and listening to Ed Sheeran when I heard the door slam. I looked up, gathering my nervous-self, I slowly got up and walked to my door. There was a loud crash, it sounded like plates were being knocked over. I gasped. He was in the kitchen. What do I do? I ran, I hid in my closet, I tried my hardest to escape from the punishment that I knew was coming, it always came. No matter how hard I tried to escape it, there were always the punches, the cussing, the things he’d say and could take back. The things that would make me feel worthless and like I’m nothing. Trying my best to stay quiet, I listened to see how close he was to me. I jumped at the loud bang of my door hitting the wall; he busted in. 

"Why do you even try to hide," he chuckled. "Just like your mother, worthless and scared. When are you gonna man up and come fight me Abby? When?" 

He laughed and the tears were streaming down my face now. I made sure to be as quiet as I can hoping that he woud leave soon, he never did. The light that had once shone underneath my closet door from the window was now dimmed by the sillouhette of his shoes. He was wearing those boots again; they always hurt the worst. I backed up a little and I stepped on my shoe.

"OW!"

I couldn't help but scream, I twisted my ankle and fell back on the clothes rack and to the ground. As I winced and held my ankle in pain, the door suddenly swung open. His face was red, eyes bloodshot, and fists balled up and ready to swing. He grabbed my wrist tightly and dragged me to the center of my room while I squirmed trying to get out of his grasp. 

"Don't even try to get away hun. You know how that ends up now don't you? Let's not revisit that mishap today, okay?"

He chuckled. I stared at him, thinking of the things I wish I could do to him. The pain I wish I could make him feel. The ways I could make him feel like I do now. 

"Tell me doll, why are you always in your room when I get home? You know this house is a mess don't you?

I nodded hesitantly, waiting, waiting for a smack in the face or maybe even a punch to the gut.

"Then why don't you get up and just clean the damn house Abigale? HUH? Just like your mother, that worthless piece of shi-"

"SHUTUP JUST SHUTUP," I screamed. I sat back knowing what I just did, but not knowing why. 

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME," he screamed in my face and brought his fist down to my skin; hard.

I doubled over wincing after he punched me in the stomach. I gagged a few times thinking I was going to puke but it went back down. He stood up, picking up his foot and placing it on my throat. This was usual, he would do this and try to choke me out, and don't get me wrong, he would, but he would eventually let up because he was never finished with my punishments. Once he stopped I rolled over to my window and tried to pull myslef up, that's when he pushed me back down. 

"Don't fuckin' get up Abby. No one cares enough about you to call for help. It's just you and me here and there's nothing you could do about it."

His large fist came down on my face one last time before everything went black.