Mr. Badass

The downfall of us all

I can't remember how long I stayed in that hunched up position sobbing. my back firmly pressed against the door and a steady flow of tears cascading down each of my cheeks.

The nauseating feeling in my tummy wouldn't stop and my heart wouldn't beat at a regular pace. my breathing was so shallow I was beginning to get fuzzier and dizzier.

My head was beginning to spin and the world became frosty and foggy. the voices and the screaming swirled inwards on it's self and then,

It went silent and everything stopped.

I knew my door was being kicked but the paranoia wouldn't let me move, the anxiety had taken over and I was completely frozen. rooted to that same spot.

As soon as the taste of sting alcohol hit me I knew he was in my room, ready for me. "stand up" he ordered but I was too scared to move.

"I said stand up you useless creature" with that I was yanked up to my feet by my hair. he didn't let go. he tiled my head to face him and Lent in closer "I will show you what happened when you disobey my orders"

My hands were shaking along with my knees that seemed to now be made out of jelly. I was thankful for the constant tug of my hair, the pain reminding me that this was my fault, I shouldn't have gone out in the first place and I had known that.

A sharp slap making my head twist to the side and the metallic taste of blood fill my mouth. I had to refrain from expressing the pain I was in. "thank you daddy" he said his voice laced with condescending padronism and vodka, motioning for me to copy him.

"Thank you daddy" I mumbled quietly careful not to move my jaw too much incase I visibly winced giving away a weakness.

"Good girl" he said in a sing song voice "and in return.." He paused for a moment with a sinister grin, "you can count for me as I beat you, I'm sure you know the usual routine by now"

I nodded my head solemnly.

The girls hard hit was thrown "one" I muttered.

Another hit, sharper this time and to my stomach "two" I winced.

This smack was to the side of my head "three" I cried out, clenching my fists as to not reach out to sooth the burning marks.

"Four" I counted and the blood dribbled out from my nose and along the crease of my lips.

"F five" a punch to my side twisting and contorting my body into a strange angle.

This hit would be the last of this round and he didn't look tired enough to stop "six" I said defeated and worn out.

"And one for luck possibly?" He asked like it was a choice, as if I could chose what I wanted. if I wanted my father to best me. "yes daddy" he pressed.

I looked down at the floor, "yes daddy" I repeated before counting the seventh hit.

Once my door was shut I managed to crawl over to my bed before collapsing into a mess of tears and nightmares.

And dreams where dark haired boys save princesses from dragons...

and the princess has a complete smile and clear eyes.