Bad Boy

Hyperventilating! A Doctor Is Needed ASAP!

Lina up top, just imagine her with a lot of black make up!

W•I•L•L•A

His sour breath fanned my face as he inched closer to me. I tried my best to push him off of me but my tiny hands couldn't cooperate with the bag of potatoes in front of me, aka, my step-dad. I got home and unfortunately, he beat me to it. I tried running to my room but he caught me. Mom just couldn't stand being away from the hospital for more than an hour so she went back. " P-please, j-just let me go!" I stammered, squirming under his grip.

He let out a dark chuckle and cupped one of my breasts. Dirty bastard.

" Do you know how long I've waited? And finally you sweet mother isn't here to protect you." He twirled a piece of my hair around his finger and pressed closer into me, until I was almost a pancake stuck on the wall. His breath reeked of smoke and beer and any other drink containing alcohol I could think of.

He breathed in my scent with his eyes shut, I took this opportunity to do what I've always seen people do in movies. I brought my knee up and kneed him where the sun don't shine. I think I actually heard a crack. He wheezed and clutched his balls as he fell in a heap to the floor.

I did what anyone would have done in this situation. I ran.

I ran up to my room and locked the door, never looking back.

I heard cursing downstairs and loud footsteps coming up the stairs. Banging was heard outside my door, " Open up, you little bitch. When I tell Wanda that you kneed me in the balls, I will make sure she grounds you for the rest of your life. Maybe that'll teach you some respect!"

I stayed silent and stared at the door, hoping that he could just disappear. Hoping that at the snap of my finger he would fall off the face of this planet. Hoping that he could die.

I stayed there, staring at the door, not moving an inch. The sack of potatoes, my step-father, fell asleep outside my door. I felt as if I moved one inch he would wake up angry and break the door down. It's happened before, I don't doubt it can't happen again, unfortunately.

I shifted uncomfortably on my bed and cursed when my phone stared buzzing.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I picked it up and answered it in a hushed tone. " Lina, it's not the right time right now," I said.

She sighed and I could almost see her rolling her eyes. " Please, it will only take a second. I promise."

I suddenly heard shuffling outside and some grumbling. I jumped when pounding was heard on the door, " open up you little bitch, I'm not done with you!"

" Oh my god, is your dad drunk again?"

" Yes, I think it's pretty obvious..."

She said, " Well sorry, I seriously still don't know why you don't call the popo on his punk ass..."

" Because he's the only thing that keep my mom from commuting suicide. You know she was a mess when dad walked out on us. As long as she keeps believing that he's some 'god' then everything will be okay, I'll be leaving for college next year anyway. Just one more year..."

Even I knew all the shit I said was nonsense, it was as non existent as my love life.

L•A•T•E•R

" Did he do anything, baby?" Mom asked she stroked my hair. When she had arrived home at 12 pm, I had claimed that I couldn't sleep and was having nightmares. I would sometimes do this so I would feel safe until I fell asleep.