We arrived back at the house, the other rental was back parked in the long driveway. I stared blankly at the rental car in front of me, that meant Frank was back. He had no idea we even left.
He's going to be so mad, I don't think I want to go inside. No, I know I don't want to go inside. My mother opened the door cautiously, I saw from behind her Frank, sitting on the couch. An empty bottle of whiskey leaning against his leg. His belt resting in his hands. My mother pleaded, she told him we were just getting school supplies; he didn't believe her. "Get into our room.'' he said angrily, "I need to have a little chat with Erica." I was panicking.
I knew what was going to happen. He didn't want to talk at all. "Are you going to tell me the truth about where you were sweetheart?"
"Don't call me sweetheart," I mumbled very quietly.
"Very well, come here."I went up to him. He slapped me across the face, I whimpered. "Still don't want to tell me where you were?"
"We were getting school supplies, like mom said."
"LIAR!" he yelled and whipped me with his belt with all of his might. I could hear my mother cry, she knew what was happening. But I refused to cry, I refused to let him make me feel insignificant and little. He kept on whipping me, to the point where my back was bleeding. I was screaming, but I wouldn't let him win, he wasn't going to make me cry.The shirt I am wearing is stained with the blood still running down my back. But once I got into my room and locked the door, I lost it. It hurt so badly and I couldn't cry in front of him but once my door locked I threw myself onto my bed and let the tears stream down my face like waterfalls.
I shoved my face into my pillow to the point where I couldn't breathe. I screamed silently, still crying. My back is stinging, my face still red from where he constantly slapped me. I couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole. I think hell itself would be better than this. I took my face out of the pillow and yawned; rolled onto my side and fell asleep instantly.
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Deaths First Kiss {a Draco Malfoy love story}
FantasyFalling in love isn't easy especially when it comes to loving Draco Malfoy, or is it? But when Erica uncovers her fathers dark past it doesn't make anything easier.