Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 8

    Or at least I think he's stopped. A jingling of keys makes my fears rise. He doesn't have a key, does he? Its not possible. I took his and hid it where he never goes. In the basement. Its filled with all of her stuff, he never goes down there.

    But, he's drunk. Maybe he still thinks he has the keys.

    Just to be safe, I quietly slip off my bed and roll underneath it. My hiding spot. I listen closely as the door shakes and rattles, the loud pounds that come followed shortly after.

"Grace!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. "Fucking open the door!"

    I lay down on the floor staring across my room waiting for him to go away. It takes a couple of minutes before I hear him stomp down the hallway. I stay on the floor for a few more minutes just to be cautious before crawling back onto of my bed. After I calm myself down and am about to fall to asleep a loud bam noise makes me shoot up. I turn to look at my door to see it pushing forward.

    Is he trying to break the lock?

    I jump out of bed, standing at the side of my door. I peep through the tiny crack to find see him repeatedly hitting my door with a hammer. What the hell?

"If you dont open this door," Bang,"I swear to God" Bang,"That you won't fucking live to see tomorrow!" Bang.

    I step back completely horrified. Should I really open it? But he can't get in. He'll break the hammer before he breaks down the door. How can he hurt me if he can't get near me?

    Tears prick the back of my eyes as all these questions swirl around in my mind. My heart pounds in my chest as I step forward, inching closer to the door. My hand touches the door knob at the same exact moment the hammer pounds against the door. Shock runs through me from the force that pushes my door forward. Still, like an idiot, I keep my grip on the door. I turn the lock, gently pulling the door back.

    Looking up I see my dad, his chest heaving up and down as he flings the hammer forward at me. I duck down but the back of the hammer hits the top of my forehead. Pains rings through, sending me towards the floor. I fall down flat but quickly and dizzily rush to stand back up. I can feel the blood oozing down from my forehead. I reach up to touch it, and sure enough the thick red substance is there, continuing to run all the way down to my nose.

"Hey!" His loud voice yells out. I look up immediately. His large figure was standing right in my doorway, staring at me with deadly eyes.

    He stomps over to me, grabbing my shirt.

"You dumb girl!" His hand sweeps over my forehead, smearing the blood on my forehead.

    I lift my legs up, kicking him. I hit him in the knee, and fire ignites in his eyes.

"Grace." He growls out. "You dumb, dumb little bitch." His hands grab my hair, pulling it forward and then letting it go. The impact sends me under, but I scramble once again, getting up and running out of my room.

    I can hear his large feet pounding against the hardwood floor as he chases me. Behind me he was shouting profanities, throwing in some about my mother, but I ignore them. I turn the corner and run into the bathroom, my socks slipping on the wood as I do so. I slam the door and lock it, pushing my weight against it. I ignore all the pain that returns to my body as he rams his weight against the door. I know that the door is locked, but this door is made with a weak type of wood, I know that because he's broken down this door before. I also know that because I was left to fix it while he was at work and the cheap, weak wood was the only kind I could afford.