I knew those noises. The click of keys, the swish of liquid in a glass bottle.
Dad was home.
I quickly ran to my room, being careful not to be seen. Closed my door just as quietly as I could. Then I waited. If he didn't find me after the first 2 minutes then I was safe. I heard voices down below. Arguing followed by slaps followed by crying. A noise I was all too familiar with. He came upstairs, his heavy boots replicating the pattern of my tiny heart. The soft breaths matching my own. I sat waiting, knowing what would happen if I was found. The door acted as my only line of defence, my only hope. Suddenly my hope came crashing down. Off the hinges flying towards me. Flying screws landing on my floor and on me. He was here.
I tried pleading, Crying, Running but it was too late. My fate was already sealed. He hit out, slapping my porcelain skin with his sandpaper hands, punching me with force used to knock small planets out of orbit.
Then he walked away. Through the empty passage my door used to fit. I was left on my bed, quietly wailing, waiting again but not for the pain to come, for it to stop. Purple patches plastered my body, blood coating my once grey shirt. Broken and distorted, I cried my eyes shut
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Silent Symphony
RandomMatthew is Orphaned off at a young age due to his father's terrible abuse. But as years go by Matt finally finds his voice and learns his craft.
