My Life Story

Again.

I got home to my dad sleeping on the couch. His hand over his beer gut. And I know he is a light sleeper so if I make any kind of noise he may wake up… that is at least if he’s not drunk.

I slowly and as quietly as I can walk upstairs but it started to creek louder and louder each step. Oh shit. He growled my name as he woke.

“Dad d-id you sleep-p-p good-d” I stuttered shiverishly

“Yeah! Until you woke me!” He yelled

“I’m sorry” I added

He picked up the nearest hard cover books and threw them all at me as hard as he can. As I cried and ran upstairs I could hear him chasing after me as I run into my room and once again lock the door. He’s pounding on the door trying to get in. I slumped down against my door and exhaled heavily. He could have seriously injured me that time.

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I was too nervous to even think about going outside of my room to check if my dad was asleep again. I didn’t hear him for a good 20 minutes. No more screaming no nothing, but what if that was just his invitation to try to get me to open my door. I then heard a buzz from my phone. I get up quietly and walk over to my bed towards my phone.

Jake: you alright after you left like that earlier I couldn’t get you off of my mind and I had to ask you cause you know I really like you… J

Me: Thanks for that but no I’m perfectly fine I just uhh have a curfew.

Jake: but it’s the weekend

Me: my dad is strict

Jake: I see well I’m throwing a party tomorrow night at my house cause my parents r on vacation I was wondering if u would like to come??

Me: sure is Mia going? I can’t go anywhere unless she’s there

Jake: of course she will J but if that’s okay with you I want you and Mia to come over earlier before the party to hangout and maybe help set-up

Me: okay sounds fun I should go now bye see ya tomorrow

Jake: byee!

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I had fallen asleep after talking to Jake and now it was 4 AM and I felt so thirsty I had to get something to drink I carefully open my door looking around the hall before I go downstairs. I have no idea where my dad is. I went into the kitchen to get some juice and there’s my dad who is wondering what I’m doing. I told him I fell asleep and recently woke up but I got thirsty. He was standing in the corner of the kitchen in the dark like he was waiting for me to come down. As my eyes started to adjust I noticed his hand was behind his back. I had no idea what he was holding but it was almost like I could sense it because I could feel chills running all throughout my body. He stepped closer and closer and grabbed me as if he were going to say something but no instead he quickly pulled out a knife from behind his back and stabbed me deep in the leg. The warm blood oozed down my leg I limped back to my room forgetting all about how thirsty I had been. It was such a struggle to make myself reach the top of the stairs. I slid down the hall and into the bathroom closed the door and wrapped bandages all around my leg.

I then walked out of the bathroom dragging my leg behind me and using the walls for support. I got to my bedroom once again locking the door behind me. I crawled up onto my bed and sat there with my legs spread out not even bothering to put the covers over me. I picked up my phone and texted Jake hoping he would answer soon.

Me: Jake I need someone now to come over please?

Jake: I felt my phone buzz and hey wait why do I need to come over? Because my friend, Christian and I are having a sleepover. Why don’t you come here?

Me: I can’t move

Jake: what do you mean I don’t get it

Me: I physically can’t move

Jake: okay we are on our way

Me: you cannot be loud at all please come through my window

Jake: okay