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18 - Oh, Babe I Will Protect You!

18 - Oh, Babe, I Will Protect You!

"Thanks for having me over." I giggle as I walk to my front door with Jess, I went to her house today and finally met her dad, whenever I go there he is on business trips or cooped up in his at home office doing work.

"No problem," she smiles. "I will see you at school on Monday!"

"Okay, bye!" I exclaim then walk through the front door, locking it behind me.

Monday is my first day of sophomore year, I'm excited but worried at the same time, I don't want to deal with the bitches again.

"I'm home, dad!" I yell as I walk to the kitchen to grab an apple, I haven't ate since dinner a few hours ago, which is a long time for me.

"Why are you home so late?" he barks, glancing at the clock that reads ten o'clock?

"I went to Jess' house, I sent you a text this morning." I answer calmly, keeping my voice steady, hoping that the worst won't come again today. The last thing I need it starting school with a brand new set of bruises.

"You never told me," he growls lowly, which makes my body shiver with fear, it takes all the power I have not to cower away in fear.

"I did." I answer, still keeping my voice from wavering. "I can show you the text I sent you."

"You're a fucking idiot," he states, his drunken eyes meeting my sober ones. "A completely fucking worthless idiot; you have no life ahead of you"

Holding back tears is more difficult then you think while you're only parent figure is calling you a worthless idiot, holding them back is even harder when he would hit you at the sight of one stray tear overflowing from my eyes.

"Answer me, you worthless bitch, answer me!" he screams taking a few giant steps towards me, which makes me back up, hitting the wall.

"Shut up." I say with my voice wavering and tears threatening to spill out of my eyes and freely cascade down my cheeks, showing him my weakness.

"Do you want to cry?" he asks with a false gentle tone, pouting out his lips with wide eyes. "Cry you fucking bitch, cry."

I shake my head 'no' looking away from him, if a single tear escapes my eye he will think he won, he can't think that. I can't show him any sign of weakness, I'm not weak.

He leans closer to me so I can feel his fast erratic breaths against my face, which makes me want to cower away from him, but it takes me everything to not flinch away. "Cry."

Avoiding eye contact, I shake my head again, shuffling slightly.

"Stop being such a fucking bitch and just cry!" he screams so loudly I wouldn't be surprised of his voice is now raspy.

I shuffle around for a few seconds then finally come free of his grasp, I run upstairs to my room then lock the door behind me, whimpering loudly.

Now that I'm alone I let tears stream down my face freely, letting out quiet sobs.

I fucking hate this life, why did you have to leave, mom?

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The next morning I was up to sore limbs, but I still manage to drag myself out of bed to go to school, sadly. I had another one of the vivid dreams, but this one was different, instead of being hit I was being yelled at, I was being abused in a verbal form.