The Queen Bees

Chapter 11

1 week later
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ALI POV:
I haven't told the girls about my dad knowing I'm gay.

Jason, Chandler, and Charlotte all helped moved everything from my room into the cabin.

It's packed. Not very much room left in the cabin, but it's somewhere for me to stay.

Jason said my dad went on a business trip. He left 3 days ago.

I decided to go see them. In a place that isn't do crowded, and in the middle of the woods.

I get there, and I knock on the door.

As I'm waiting I think.

It's weird. Having to knock on my own door. Well, I guess it's not really my house anymore. According to my dad.

Charlotte opens the door, and smiles when she sees me. She pulls me into a warm embrace.

"Happy late birthday." She says to me.

I recently turned 17. Emily took me out for dinner, a movie, and when we got back to her house, we had sex.

I smile remembering the events.

"Come in." Charlotte says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I go in, and Chandler runs down the stairs, practically jumping on me, bringing me into a hug.

"How've you been?" He asks.

"Surprisingly, I've been better." I say, sighing.

"When is dad supposed to be getting back?" I ask.

"Tomorrow." Jason says, coming down the stairs.

"Hey, little sis." He adds, hugging me.

"Hi." I whisper, on the verge of tears.

"Want something to eat?" He asks.

"Sure." I reply, with a small, broken smile.

After we finish eating, I hear a door open and close. And the all too familiar footsteps of him.

"Kids! I'm home early!"

My dad.

I try to her up, but I jump up too fast, and hit my legs on the table.

I try to run out the back door, but it's too late.

"What are you doing here?" He snarls, looking at me with anger.

"I wanted to see my brothers and sister." I say, my voice shaky.

I get that familiar feeling in my throat. The burning I get when I'm trying not to cry.

"I thought I told you I didn't want you here!" He shouts with venom.

"I-I'm sorry." I stutter, fear evident in my voice, and probably my face too.

"GET OUT!" He yells, anger fuming from him. His eyes almost murderous. His teeth gritted, and when he yells, spit flies from his mouth.

I try to move, but I can't. I'm frozen with fear.

My dad starts taking slow steps toward me, but I can't move.

Tears start flowing down my face like a waterfall.

He gets closer to me. I see his hand move. He's getting ready to slap me.

Jason jumps up, and stands in front of me just as my dad's hand swings.

I hear the sound of skin to skin. I'd know it from anywhere.

Chandler and Charlotte jump up, and take me out of the house.

They help me into the car as I cry. Sobbing. Bawling.

"Alison, you need to leave." Chandler says with fear.

"Go! Get out!" Charlotte says.

"I can't leave you guys here." I say, trying to calm down.

"THAT IS MY LITTLE SISTER! YOUR DAUGHTER!" I hear Jason yell.

I see him sprinting from the house, through the backyard, his knuckles bloody.

"Charlotte! Chandler! Get in the car!" He yells at the twins as he runs toward us.

They do as he says, and jump into the backseat.

Jason runs, and gets in the passenger seat.

"Go!" He yells at me.

I start the car and drive off as I see my dad running towards us.

"He hates us." I say, crying.

"That's his problem." Jason tells me.

"Your cheek is bleeding." I say, looking at him.

"It's fine. I'm fine." He says.

We drive to the cabin, and go in.

The twins go on the loft with the extra mattress, and fall asleep, crying.

This isn't how it should be.

I grab some stuff and I clean Jason's cheek, and put a band aid over it.

I give him something to help the pain, and 10 minutes later, he's also asleep.

I go outside and get in my car.

I drive to the bar, and when I step in, and I see a guy drinking beer. He's kind of cute. Maybe 30.

I sit next to him, drinking, trying to wash away the pain.

He flirts with me, and not too long later, as the bar is closing, I'm drunk.

I try to get up, but fall back down onto the seat.

He looks at me, and smiles a sort of creepy smile.

Next thing I know, I'm in the back room.

I try to fight him off, but he's too strong for me.

10 minutes later, he gets off of me, gets dressed, and leaves.

I sit there, crying more. Sobbing. I didn't know I had any tears left.

I get up, and put my clothes back on, and exit the bar.

I get in my car, and drive over to Emily's house.

It's 1 AM. She's probably asleep.

I don't care. I need her to hold me.