There's A Thin Line Between Having Fun And Abuse

I turned the door knob with my hand sweating, nervous from what I'm going to face. I stepped inside reluctantly and saw Jacob staring at me with anger in his eyes.

I gulped with fear, I was sure that he heard me because a small smirk formed on his face.

"You're late." He said breaking the silence.

"I had something to do." I lied, I had nothing to do, and no friends to do anything with.

"And what was that?" He asked

"It doesn't matter." I said and saw him clench his jaw in frustration.

"You will tell me or I will punish you worse than I already was for the fact that you were late" He said and I wanted to run away as far as I could. I wanted a normal eighteen year old's life.

I broke into tears and he grabbed me by my neck and made me face a corner in the kitchen. I wanted to die right there I wouldn't be surprised if he ended my life right there.

He grabbed an old, falling apart, wooden chair, and before a warning he swung it at my back. And I cried out in unbearable pain.