Our Dreams Come True

He Returns

It's been 2 weeks since Austin left for tour. We talked on the phone every night, but lately those phone calls have shortened.

There was a knock on my door. "Taylor may I come in?" I heard my mother ask. "Yeah go ahead!" I said. My mother walked into my room.

"I just ordered some pizza. It should be here in about 20 minuets. So, after we eat I have to go to work for awhile. Will that be okay?" she explained. "Yeah that'll be fine," I said. "Okay come down in about 20 okay?" she said. I nodded my head in agreement.

A few minuets later my phone buzzed. I had a text message from an unknown number it read, "I'm coming for you." What could that mean? I stood up pacing my room.

I looked at my calendar, oh no, today is the day my father gets out. That text must have been from him. Should I tell someone? No I better not I rather just me get hurt than my friends.

"Taylor," I heard my mother call. After my mother and I finished eating she left, and I went up stairs to my room.

After about an hour or so I heard a big thud. I walked down the stairs and there he was standing by the front door, that he just kicked in. "Hello Slut," he said. My biggest fear has just came true my father had returned.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stuttered. "Shut up whore," he spat. He was drunk of course. I could smell him from where I was standing.

He moved towards me grabbing my wrist. I yelled in pain. He slapped me. He grabbed me by my hair and flung me across the room causing me to hit the wall.

"Please stop," I said through sobs. "Quit your crying, you ugly bitch," he yelled. My father toke his foot and jammed it into my side. "You wanna cry? I'll give you something to cry about!" he yelled.

He repeatedly kicked me. He had kicked me around 20 times before he grabbed me by the hair and toke me up the stairs.

When we reached the upstairs he toke me into my bathroom, in my room. He then dragged me to the mirror.

"Look at yourself!" he yelled while grabbing my head making me look at my reflection in the mirror. I had make up staining my face, along with a big red mark on my face.

"Look at you. You're pathetic! You ugly ass whore! You're a waste of space!" he yelled. I looked at myself in the mirror. He done it, he finally done it, he broke me.

I wasn't expecting him to do what he was about to do. He toke my face and smashed it against the mirror, shattering it.

His hand let go of me letting me fall to the ground. I could feel the blood running down my face. My father just left the room leaving me lying on the floor.