swallowed past the hard lump that formed in my throat. “A friend.”
“A friend? You have no friends,” he spat.
I quickly walked past him and headed up the stairs. The hard slam of the door being shut, made me jump but I continued heading up the stairs. I got halfway up the staircase, my legs were pulled out from under me. I landed hard on the steps and cried out as rough hands flipped me onto my back.
Allan’s cold hard stare bore into my eyes as he wrapped a large hand around my neck. “I don’t want you hanging out with any boys, slut. What would your mother think of that?” then he chuckled. “Oh yeah, she can’t think for herself now can she?”
Anger curled in my belly and I glared at him with as much malice as I could muster.
His fingers gripped my flesh, squeezing. "The school called today. Decided to skip class did you?"
My stomach dropped. "I wasn't feeling well."
Tearing at his skin with my nails, I tried to get him to release me but he was too strong.
He grunted. "You're lying. If I ever see you hanging out with that boy again, I’ll beat you so bad, he’ll want nothing to do with you.” Spittle flew from his mouth, landing on my face.
My lungs burned from the lack of air as Allan squeezed my throat.
“Do you understand me, brat?” he growled.
I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Good. Now go to your room. I don’t want to see your ugly assed face again for the rest of the night.” Before letting me go, his eyes blazed. Heated with malice and hatred as he looked down at me. Something flashed in his eyes. Anger? Rage? Whatever it was, he looked like he was having an inner argument with himself. He let go of my neck and punched me in the stomach.
It happened so fast, I didn’t see it coming. Black spots danced in my vision and I gasped, the automatic urge to vomit racking through my stomach. “Look what you make me do. Go. Get out of here,” he yelled.
I turned over and crawled up the stairs as quickly as I could, clutching my stomach. As I neared my room, bile threatened to escape my lips.
Allan’s voice boomed from the bottom of the steps. “It’s all of your fault. I blame you…for everything.”
Chapter 8
I ran up the stairs and barged into my room, slamming the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I flung my bag on the floor and threw myself onto my bed. Heavy sobs racked my shoulders as anger mixed with fear deep in my belly.
He couldn’t stop me from seeing Rave. I went to school with the guy. I finally made a friend who didn’t judge me or want something from me and it gets ripped out of my hands. Jake was my friend but after the hurtful things he said…I couldn’t look at him the same anymore.
I pulled off my glasses and threw them on my dresser, angrily wiping the tears from my face. Since I was in my room for the night, I got changed for bed and double checked the lock on my door. Not that it would stop Allan, but it gave me a sense of hope that I had at least a little bit of control in my life.
Six months, Jesse. Six months.
Six months and I would be eighteen and graduated. If things kept going the way they were, I might be gone sooner than that.
Guilt ate away at my soul as my thoughts went directly to my mother. They always did every time I thought of leaving the city. I needed to leave but I needed to be here for her more. Even though I couldn’t visit her…God…my breath hitched.
Allan never even told me where she was. I knew she was in the hospital but it was in a different city.
I pulled my shirt on over my head when my phone dinged, letting me know I had a text. I dug it out of my bag, instantly turning it on silent.
My eyes glanced at the doorway but all I heard was silence and breathed a sigh of relief.
I headed to my bed and crawled in between the warm cotton of the comforter and sheets, pressing the keypad of the small cell phone. The screen turned to life, lighting up around me. I had one new text from Jake.
Text me .
I
“A friend? You have no friends,” he spat.
I quickly walked past him and headed up the stairs. The hard slam of the door being shut, made me jump but I continued heading up the stairs. I got halfway up the staircase, my legs were pulled out from under me. I landed hard on the steps and cried out as rough hands flipped me onto my back.
Allan’s cold hard stare bore into my eyes as he wrapped a large hand around my neck. “I don’t want you hanging out with any boys, slut. What would your mother think of that?” then he chuckled. “Oh yeah, she can’t think for herself now can she?”
Anger curled in my belly and I glared at him with as much malice as I could muster.
His fingers gripped my flesh, squeezing. "The school called today. Decided to skip class did you?"
My stomach dropped. "I wasn't feeling well."
Tearing at his skin with my nails, I tried to get him to release me but he was too strong.
He grunted. "You're lying. If I ever see you hanging out with that boy again, I’ll beat you so bad, he’ll want nothing to do with you.” Spittle flew from his mouth, landing on my face.
My lungs burned from the lack of air as Allan squeezed my throat.
“Do you understand me, brat?” he growled.
I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Good. Now go to your room. I don’t want to see your ugly assed face again for the rest of the night.” Before letting me go, his eyes blazed. Heated with malice and hatred as he looked down at me. Something flashed in his eyes. Anger? Rage? Whatever it was, he looked like he was having an inner argument with himself. He let go of my neck and punched me in the stomach.
It happened so fast, I didn’t see it coming. Black spots danced in my vision and I gasped, the automatic urge to vomit racking through my stomach. “Look what you make me do. Go. Get out of here,” he yelled.
I turned over and crawled up the stairs as quickly as I could, clutching my stomach. As I neared my room, bile threatened to escape my lips.
Allan’s voice boomed from the bottom of the steps. “It’s all of your fault. I blame you…for everything.”
Chapter 8
I ran up the stairs and barged into my room, slamming the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I flung my bag on the floor and threw myself onto my bed. Heavy sobs racked my shoulders as anger mixed with fear deep in my belly.
He couldn’t stop me from seeing Rave. I went to school with the guy. I finally made a friend who didn’t judge me or want something from me and it gets ripped out of my hands. Jake was my friend but after the hurtful things he said…I couldn’t look at him the same anymore.
I pulled off my glasses and threw them on my dresser, angrily wiping the tears from my face. Since I was in my room for the night, I got changed for bed and double checked the lock on my door. Not that it would stop Allan, but it gave me a sense of hope that I had at least a little bit of control in my life.
Six months, Jesse. Six months.
Six months and I would be eighteen and graduated. If things kept going the way they were, I might be gone sooner than that.
Guilt ate away at my soul as my thoughts went directly to my mother. They always did every time I thought of leaving the city. I needed to leave but I needed to be here for her more. Even though I couldn’t visit her…God…my breath hitched.
Allan never even told me where she was. I knew she was in the hospital but it was in a different city.
I pulled my shirt on over my head when my phone dinged, letting me know I had a text. I dug it out of my bag, instantly turning it on silent.
My eyes glanced at the doorway but all I heard was silence and breathed a sigh of relief.
I headed to my bed and crawled in between the warm cotton of the comforter and sheets, pressing the keypad of the small cell phone. The screen turned to life, lighting up around me. I had one new text from Jake.
Text me .
I
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