~Dylan's POV~
He was silent the entire way home. I fallowed him into the house. I sat down and waited to be reprimanded. He stood unmoving, as the sound of the clock on the wall got louder.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He yelled suddenly.
"I'm sorry." I stuttered.
"Bull shit!"
"I am!"
"The hell you are!" He hit me.
"You realize I had to leave work to find you!" This time when struck me, I hit the floor. Then I felt the constant rhythm of fists hitting my back.
And then I heard the inaudible words fly from his mouth. After a few minutes he stopped.
"Now," he said wiping his hands on his pants and sitting down on the couch.
"I'm leaving! but if you move, there will be hell to pay!" he yelled slamming the door.
I saw his lights begin to pull out if the driveway before everything went black.
YOU ARE READING
Why Daddy? Why?
Non-FictionAfter Dylan's mom dies in a car accident, her little brother kills himself. All she has left is her abusive father, and Ashton.
