I walk to my room and brace myself. You may ask why well I have an abusive family and I forgot my dad's beer in the car and it's now warm.
"SAM!!" my dad screams.
I walk into the living room slowly and whisper "yes".
"why is my beer hot" he said faking to be calm.
"I .....um" I stuttered.*slap* I fell to the ground holding my cheek in pain.
"I asked you a question" he hissed.
"i-i-leftitinthecar" I said quickly.
"YOU DID WHAT" he yelled.
"I left it in the car" I said quietly.
"what while you were being the whore you are trying to get some guy." he sneered.
"n-no" I whisper. hiding the anger building up inside of me.
"whatever whore go get me more beer before I beat you unconscious" he growled.
I knew he was already drunk by the smell of his breath.
"I'm no whore and I could care a less about your beer" I growled.
he throw me up against the wall and began choking me. I struggled to breath and frantically searched for something to hit him with.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.