I'll see you tomorrow,” I hung up the phone, ignoring his protests.
“Who are you talking to? It better not be that boy,” Allan yelled, banging on the door.
Maybe if I ignored him, he would go away but the banging continued. It was so loud it sounded like he was trying to break the door down.
I grabbed my earphones and plugged them into my phone, searching through my playlist for the loudest and fastest song I had. After finding one, I pressed play, turned the volume up all the way and put my ear buds in my ears. And I screamed. I screamed as Allan finally broke the door open. I screamed as he came charging at me.
As he approached me, the look on his face was priceless. Like he thought I was losing my mind. Maybe I was. I didn’t know. I continued to scream until my throat burned and felt raw.
He stopped in front of my bed, considered what to do next and then flung himself at me. He shook me, grabbing my wrists but I continued to scream. He back handed me.
But a power came over me as I continued to scream with all my might. The sound came out huskier and huskier as I tried to get it out. My voice hurt but I still screamed at the top of my lungs as best as I—
Hands tightened around my neck, squeezing, drowning me in pain.
My screams turned muffled as the hands gripped my neck, choking me. I gasped for air, my mouth opening and closing, but no air would come in. I couldn’t breathe. Oh God. Allan was going to kill me.
He released his grip, knowing if he left noticeable marks on me, someone would call the police on him.
"Keep screaming little girl. No one will come for you. You know who I am. Remember that."
Chapter 9
My body stirred to the sound of birds chirping. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. I sighed wishing just once I could wake up somewhere else.
Allan didn’t squeeze the life from me. He wanted to though. The dark cold hatred in his eyes would be permanently etched into my mind.
I rolled over when a sharp pain erupted behind my ribs. My throat pulsed, making me wince. Clearing my throat didn’t help either.
I grabbed my clothes and went into the washroom, locking the door behind me. My body felt heavy and my muscles ached. I looked at my reflection in the mirror…Oh God…I looked like I died. In a haste, I pulled my shirt up over my head and saw fading shadows coating my skin. If someone saw these bruises, they would know instantly what caused them. My lower ribs jutted out, showcasing my bony frame.
My muscles quivered. Allan was smart when it came to hitting me. He was an alcoholic and he was high up on the food chain in a law firm. I didn’t know how that was possible. He was a lawyer and had everyone convinced he was a good guy. I scoffed. If they only knew.
Not even bothering to take a shower, I quickly got dressed, grabbed my bag and ran out of my room. I heard Allan move around in his room as I neared the bottom of the long staircase.
“Girl!”
I didn’t even wait to find out what he wanted. I ran out of the house and hitched my bag up higher on my shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief. After a couple of minutes of walking faster than normal, I slowed down my walk. Allan wouldn’t chase me.
I pulled out my phone and went to place an ear bud in my ear as a black car drove up beside me. I jumped at the loud rumble and stopped walking. My heart sped up when I realized it was Rave. The car stopped and I opened the door.
Rave didn’t say anything as I slid into the seat beside him. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.
We drove on in silence, heading for school. His hands gripped the wheel. He wanted to ask me. Tension rolled off of him in waves.
I couldn’t tell him that my step father beat me. My throat closed up, no words formed on my tongue. Even if he asked me, what would I say? Allan blamed me for everything. Was it all my fault? Oh God…my heart beat loud in my ears and my breathing labored. My palms became sweaty, cold chills running down my
“Who are you talking to? It better not be that boy,” Allan yelled, banging on the door.
Maybe if I ignored him, he would go away but the banging continued. It was so loud it sounded like he was trying to break the door down.
I grabbed my earphones and plugged them into my phone, searching through my playlist for the loudest and fastest song I had. After finding one, I pressed play, turned the volume up all the way and put my ear buds in my ears. And I screamed. I screamed as Allan finally broke the door open. I screamed as he came charging at me.
As he approached me, the look on his face was priceless. Like he thought I was losing my mind. Maybe I was. I didn’t know. I continued to scream until my throat burned and felt raw.
He stopped in front of my bed, considered what to do next and then flung himself at me. He shook me, grabbing my wrists but I continued to scream. He back handed me.
But a power came over me as I continued to scream with all my might. The sound came out huskier and huskier as I tried to get it out. My voice hurt but I still screamed at the top of my lungs as best as I—
Hands tightened around my neck, squeezing, drowning me in pain.
My screams turned muffled as the hands gripped my neck, choking me. I gasped for air, my mouth opening and closing, but no air would come in. I couldn’t breathe. Oh God. Allan was going to kill me.
He released his grip, knowing if he left noticeable marks on me, someone would call the police on him.
"Keep screaming little girl. No one will come for you. You know who I am. Remember that."
Chapter 9
My body stirred to the sound of birds chirping. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. I sighed wishing just once I could wake up somewhere else.
Allan didn’t squeeze the life from me. He wanted to though. The dark cold hatred in his eyes would be permanently etched into my mind.
I rolled over when a sharp pain erupted behind my ribs. My throat pulsed, making me wince. Clearing my throat didn’t help either.
I grabbed my clothes and went into the washroom, locking the door behind me. My body felt heavy and my muscles ached. I looked at my reflection in the mirror…Oh God…I looked like I died. In a haste, I pulled my shirt up over my head and saw fading shadows coating my skin. If someone saw these bruises, they would know instantly what caused them. My lower ribs jutted out, showcasing my bony frame.
My muscles quivered. Allan was smart when it came to hitting me. He was an alcoholic and he was high up on the food chain in a law firm. I didn’t know how that was possible. He was a lawyer and had everyone convinced he was a good guy. I scoffed. If they only knew.
Not even bothering to take a shower, I quickly got dressed, grabbed my bag and ran out of my room. I heard Allan move around in his room as I neared the bottom of the long staircase.
“Girl!”
I didn’t even wait to find out what he wanted. I ran out of the house and hitched my bag up higher on my shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief. After a couple of minutes of walking faster than normal, I slowed down my walk. Allan wouldn’t chase me.
I pulled out my phone and went to place an ear bud in my ear as a black car drove up beside me. I jumped at the loud rumble and stopped walking. My heart sped up when I realized it was Rave. The car stopped and I opened the door.
Rave didn’t say anything as I slid into the seat beside him. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.
We drove on in silence, heading for school. His hands gripped the wheel. He wanted to ask me. Tension rolled off of him in waves.
I couldn’t tell him that my step father beat me. My throat closed up, no words formed on my tongue. Even if he asked me, what would I say? Allan blamed me for everything. Was it all my fault? Oh God…my heart beat loud in my ears and my breathing labored. My palms became sweaty, cold chills running down my