One Last Kiss

You're Gonna Be Okay

A lot of people don't know this, well actually nobody except Carter knows but I'm abused by my dad.

Yeah we act like a happy family and everything is okay and stuff but it's not.

The only reason Carter knows is because he saw my dad hit me once. He doesn't know the full story or how bad it has become. All he saw was that one time.

I told him it had stopped.

I don't know why my dad gets so mad at me and I don't know why my mom doesn't stop him. She's pretty much just as bad.

He used to just talk shit to me and call me a whore or a slut or something like that, but a couple years ago he started to slap me around, punch me, hit me, all these things.

After awhile I just started taking it and after awhile I stopped crying.

He just gets angry at me for no reason.

"Anchor!"

"What mom"

"Your father is drunk. So stir clear"

"Okay."

After about an hour I go downstairs to get a drink.

"Anchor!!!" My dad yells.

"Yeah dad?" I say.

"You know you're a whore right?"

I look down.

"Yeah dad I know."

He stands up and walks over to me.

His hand quickly comes up and slaps me across my face.
Than he punches me.

I start to cry.

"Dad, stop." I yell.

Than I look over and my mom is just standing there.

I told you.

I quickly run away, grab my phone and car keys.

"Honey where are you going?"

"Just let her go Lynn, she's a whore anyways." My dad says drunkinly.

I cry harder and run to my car.

I probably would never usually do this because I can usually handle this, but this time is different.

I run up to Carter's doorstep in a pair of Lulu Lemon leggings, and a NIKE sweatshirt. I have blood running down my face and a black eye throbbing. I have a red face and tears streaming down my face.

I ring the door bell.

I hear footsteps and than he opens the door.

"Anchor? Oh my god what happened?" He says hugging me and pulling me into his house.

"Ow." I say when he lightly touches my face.

"What happened baby?" He questions.

Trying to catch my breathe I manage to say, "my- my- my dad called me a whore and gave me a black eye, and- and slapped me across the face. Carter, my mom just stood there, she just stood there." I cry. But it hurts.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. You told me it stopped. I'm guessing it didn't?"

"No it's been going on for 3 years." I say.

"What?!" He says carefully.

"Yeah."

"I can't believe this. I'm so sorry. You're not going back there Anchor. You're just not. I won't let you."

"O- o- okay." I say trying to breathe.

"Just breathe babe just breathe, you're gonna be okay. I promise."

He hugs me so tight.

"Let's get you cleaned up okay." He says.

As Carter is cleaning my up it hurts so bad.

"Ow."

"I'm sorry."

Carter got his own place a couple months ago, apparently his mom in her will left him a lot of money just in case and so he got his own place.

I change into one of Carter's soccer sweatshirts and curl up on his couch with a soft blanket.

My face hurts so bad.

He comes over to sit next to me and he holds me.

I cry.

"You're going to be okay."

"Please don't make me go home Carter."

"Never. You're not going back there. When you're ready I'll go back and get all your stuff and bring it here okay."

I shake my head.

As we lay on the couch I basically just cry myself to sleep. Not because of what happened but because of the pain level I'm at right now.

I've had enough of getting picked on by my dad, and just waiting for my mom to step in and save me because she never will, Carter did.

Because waiting for my life to change at 'home' is like waiting to just get hit across the face again.

I'm done.