Hot Boy *Completed*

Some People Never Change

*Warning This chapter has disturbing scenes if you are easily triggered I suggest not reading this chapter. Regarding this book, I'm just shedding light on different Traumatizing problems that happen way to often every where in the world, and I'm here if you ever need to talk or simply need a friend *

~Thank You❤️

I walked up to my fathers door with my suitcase. I had told Michael and Aaliyah the address before hand in case they needed to find me. I was hoping that my father had cleaned himself up. Michael told me that he wanted to take me with him to his family reunion later tonight so he'll be here around 7 to pick me up.

I took a deep breath and Knocked on the door. He opened it a few seconds later. He came to the door with a smile. He looked around to see if anyone was with me. His smile then faded into a cold hard stare. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me inside. "Get your ungrateful ass in the house". He grabbed my suitcase and threw it on top of me.

"Now you come after everything I did for you". I fought back tears. "I'm sorry" I said looking at the floor. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me up to his face. "You ungrateful fucking brat, I should kill you". He raised his hand and hit me repeatedly on my head. "Stop, why are you hitting me". He threw me back onto the floor.

He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed something off the counter. He walked back over to me and stood over me. "Take this!" He held out a little white pill. "No what is that?" I said trying to get a better look.

"JUST FUCKING TAKE IT" he screamed he bent over me trying to shove it in my mouth. He clearly was on something himself. I kept my mouth closed and tried to fight him off. He held my nose closed. "OPEN YOUR DAMN MOUTH YOU STUBBORN PRICK". I tried my hardest to keep my mouth shut, but it was either die of suffocation or open my mouth.

I took a deep breath and he dropped the pill in my mouth, directly into my throat. "Was that so fucking hard" he said smiling at me. He walked away and I sat up choking and holding my neck. I tried to cough it up but it was to late. My eyes started to water. This was the worst thing I ever done.

20 minutes later I felt myself getting sleepy. The last thing I saw was my father throwing me over his shoulder and taking me down the hall. I woke up and my head was hurting. I looked at the clock on the wall and it said 6:30. I heard a buzzing noise coming from the floor. I looked on the floor and it was my phone...in my jeans...I looked down at my body and my bottom half was completely naked. I cried to myself.

I quickly picked my phone up and cleared my throat. "Hello?" I said calmly

"Hey Jasmine are you ok?" Michael said. I wiped my tears away. I was so happy to here his voice. "Yes I'm fine".

"Good,I'm parked outside the house...should I come get you or..." I quickly cut him off. "NO,...no I'm ok I'll be out in a second". I hung up the phone and searched the room for my things. I put my panties back on and I walked over to my suitcase. I took out my tank top. When I was reaching in I noticed my arms were covered in bruises. I looked in the mirror and I had a bite mark on my neck along with a big hand print around it. It looked like my father strangled me while I was out.

I looked down at my legs and my thighs were covered in bruises. I even saw nail marks in them. He must have had a tight grip on me too. I broke down and cried. I threw my tank top at the suitcase with anger. I grabbed a long sleeve turtleneck and put my jeans on. I put my phone in my pocket and walked out the room. I tip toed into the living room. My dad was passed out on the couch with the remote in his hand. I snuck past him right to the front door.

"You'll always be daddy's little girl" he said smiling at me. I opened the door and walked out. I pulled myself together while I was walking to Michael's car. He was leaning against it. His face lit up when he saw me. "Hey Jasmine" he said holding his arms open. I ran into them and hugged him tightly. I felt so safe with him. Michael opened the car door for me and I got in.

When he got into the car he placed his hand on my thigh and I squirted my eyes to hold back tears, He was trying to be nice but he ended up hurting me because of the bruises. We drove to his house and when I got out the car he noticed that I was walking funny. Every part of my body was in pain.

"Jasmine are you ok?" He asked I shook my head "I'm great never better". I said, I hooked my arm into his and he escorted me inside. When we walked into the house we were greeted by his whole entire family and there was a lot of them. I hope I can play off my pain.