"why me?" i ask myself once i walk inside of my house.
i begin picking up random things that were out of place before walking upstairs to my room.
i whipped out my phone and decided to text hannah and gaga in a gc to just knock out both conversations in one go.
after doing so, i decided to go and shower so i found my sleep wear and went into my bathroom.
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10 minutes later i come out out of the bathroom ready for bed as i hear my dad's truck pull into the driveway.
i freeze for a second not knowing what to do before i run into my room and hop in the bed.
i manage to text gaga to tell her that my dad was home and i'm scared as hell.
as soon as i placed my phone down i here my dad walk into the house.
"kayla, get your ass down here!" he yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
i start to just pretend that i'm sleep but that'll only make it worse so i just got up and went downstairs after putting my phone in the pocket of my sweatpants.
"yes, dad?" i ask looking up at him once i reach the bottom of the staircase.
"you know why the fuck i called you down here don't act fucking stupid." he says scowling at me.
i scrunch up my nose from the smell of liquor on his breath.
"look, dad, i'm sorry for not reminding you about my doctors appointment today and then not telling you that i skipped school to go to my appointment. it won't happen again i promise." i say trying to plead to him.
"you're damn right it won't fucking happen again." he said before back handing me making me fall to the floor.
"dad, please stop! i said i was sorry. please?" i cried out.
he just ignored me as he balled up his fists and began hitting on me.
after my face was painted with my own blood and his from his knuckles, he got tired and pulled off his belt as he began beating me with it.
i scream out in pain but no one hears me, no one ever does.
after he's done beating the shit out of me, he kicks me in my stomach before backing away from my broken body.
"now get your ass upstairs." he says wiping his mouth and running his hands through his hair.
i struggle to get up because of the excruciating pain that i'm in but i managed to get all the way upstairs and inside of the bathroom.
i look in the mirror and cry even harder than i was if that was even possible.
i pull out my phone and see a bunch of missed calls and texts from gaga asking if i was okay.
i text her back no and to please come get me the hell away from here.
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