He hit me, and he hit me hard. He didn't kill me, he hurt me, there for he believes he is my angel, my saving grace, my God. NEWSFLASH, he's not, nope not even close. When he walked in tonight I could tell he had been drinking.
I was slipping on my boots just as my step dad Dave stumbled through the door, that's my cue, I hopped up and made my way to the door. I was holding my breath, but the smell was so strong it burned my eyes. I tried to work my way around him, but he shoved me into the door cutting off my airway, I gasped for air making small choking sounds. His arm was over my throat. I started to tear up when he brought his face close to mine and whispered,
"Where you goin'?" He brought his nose close to my neck until it brushed my collar bone.
"Is that perfume?" I looked at him and sneered.
"Dave, you ask too many questions, don't you think?" I kicked him in the shin. He loosened his grip on me and I slipped out the door and got in my car.
I arrive at the party, the smell of alcohol hits me like a punch to the face. I gag, I can't be here. I don't know why I even came, I whip my head around looking for Dave, it's an instinct. I have to get out of here I turn towards the door but people are blocking it now. I push my way through the crowd and I climb the stairs to Bridget's room.
Bridget is my cousin, we were never really close but I've stayed in her room a couple of times. I make my way down the long hallway, and rush into her bathroom. I think I'm gonna puke. I lean over the toilet bowl and gag a few times. I lean my head back and rest it on the wall. I curl my arms around my knees and I sit there quietly crying.
I don't know how long I've been in here, but soon a boy comes in. I flinch thinking it's Dave come to get me for hurting him, it's not him, it's a different boy. I sit and stare at his blue sneakers while I recollect myself he talks to me, and he seems nervous and a little shy. He says his name is Romeo, I laugh. He has bright blue eyes and shiny black hair. I bring my eyes to meet his, and I smile and stick out my hand
"Hi," I say. "I'm Athena."
STAI LEGGENDO
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