PART 3
Tyler POV
Nobody is home when I get there, that's a good thing. It's almost 4:00pm my dads usually back at around 6:30ish, unless he's out drinking, than it's way later.
I go upstairs, into the cramped bathroom and take a shower now because I'm probably not going to be able to have one later.
After an hour I step out of the shower, theres no more warm water left for now, just cold. I change back into my clothes from earlier, and head towards my room. I lie down on my bed, hoping to catch a few minutes of sleep.
I wake up to the sound of the front door slamming open, I turn to look at the clock by my bed, it's 3:00am, I guess dads back probably heavily stoned, just great. Does the world hate me or something.
I hear my dad climb up the staircase, and walk through through the hallway. I stand still in the corner of my room. quietly praying that he will just go straight to his room and pass out, but I get no such luck.
He stops at my bedroom door and slams it open. He stumbles forward closer to me.
He raises his fist and hits me in the side of my stomach, I stumble back In pain, but that doesnt stop him, nothing ever does.
That is followed by kick, slaps, and more punches. One kick in my shin brings me off of my feet, I don't bother getting up, hoping he will just leave.
"THATS WHAT YOU DESERVE FREAK" my dad yells in a slurred voice, before walking out of the room.
I wait a few moments, waiting to see if he will come back, he doesnt. That usually means he wont be back at all he rarely beats me twice in one night. To much work for him I think.
I get up my leg sore as well as the rest of my body.
I go to the cramped closet and grab an old razor from the back of it.
I pull off my jeans and bring the blade to my thigh making a cut making another scar to match the others that scatter over my legs.
I bring the blade up to my wrist just for a second but deciding against it, why can't I just kill myself it would make everyone happier, having me out of their lives for good. But im too stupid to do it, too weak.
I get up and put the blade back into my closet.
I go back to bed hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before tomorrow, another day of living hell. Why do I even bother living, why can't I just end it.
Sorry that it's so short but I kinda wanted to update today
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