Chapter One (Written by @Biron67)
Before I knew it my back was thrown up against the wall with so much force. My heart pounded violently against my chest. I tried to not let my fear show because I knew that if I stayed strong and showed no weakness, maybe the beating wouldn't be as bad. I tried my best to act like I wasn't scared.
But I guess that didn't work, because the next thing I knew, he had a tight grip on my arm and was pulling me along up the stairs and to my room. Once we reached the top of the stairs, he let go of my arm, causing me to fall onto the cold floor.
I didn't try to move - there was no use. I knew that no matter what I did, or how hard I tried to escape, it would only make things worse. So I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the brutal beating that was coming. But no matter how much time I spent preparing myself for the horrifying things my father would do to me, nothing would seem as painful as the hurt he causes me.
"Get up!" my father yelled. I slowly started to pull myself off the floor. Just as I managed to get myself on my feet, my father's hand was imprinted across my face. He just smacked me.
"I'm sorry," I started to say. But before I could get the words out his fist came in contact with my stomach, causing all the air to be released from my lungs, leaving me doubled over in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut, careful not to let the tears that have been threatening to escape to fall from my eyes.
My father then grabbed me by my throat, pinning me to the wall. One hand around my neck, the other resting on the wall aside my head. Just when I thought I was going to die from lack of oxygen, my father's grip around my neck loosens and I fall to the ground, gasping for air again. And just as I was beginning to catch my breath, he launched his foot into my side three times. He was kicking so hard that I was sure I would have at least broken a rib. At this point, I didn't think there was anything more he could do to hurt me any worse than I already was.
Then it happened, the tears that I had been trying so hard to hide. Started streaming down my face without my permission. I tried to hide them, but it was too late. I knew from the look in his eyes he had saw them.
My body stiffened, causing me to wince in pain. I knew it wasn't over yet so what was he doing? I watched as he just stood there facing the door, but he was just standing there, he then walked out of the door. I could hear his footsteps as he walked down the stairs.
"He's gone," I said to myself. I lay there knowing that if I moved even the slightest bit, it would cause me pain throughout my entire body. I was just starting to relax when I heard someone's loud footsteps climbing the stairs. I put aside my pain and crawled as fast as I could, across my room to my bathroom. I was on my way when I heard my bedroom door fly open, and the devil himself walked in. I was halfway through the door, when he grabbed me by my feet trying to pull me back into my room. But I wasn't going anywhere I held onto the frame of the bathroom door tightly.
My father let go of my feet. Anyone who didn't know him would say he was giving up. But me? I knew differently. My father slammed the bathroom door shut with my body in between the door and the door frame.
And I was sure then that if my ribs weren't broken before, they sure are now. My so-called father then leaves the room sneering satisfied with the damage he had done to my body. When he left the room I crawled to my door and locked it just in case he decides to come back and finish me off.
I crawled into my bathroom and locked the door behind me. I let all the tears that I've been holding back stream down my face. I then turn to my best friend the razor blade...
As I began to replay the day's events in my head, I picked it up and let out a bitter smile.
"My life sucks," I said as the cold metal touched my fragile skin. As I slid it against my skin, cutting deeply, I start to feel dizzy as my blood started dripping onto the floor. The room goes black, and all noise fades.
I woke up the next morning in a pool of my own blood, my phone ringing on my bed side table. I slowly and carefully got myself off the floor. Tyler had left me two voicemails and eight messages telling me to hurry up and get ready because he was on his way.
$h%&, I still hadn't had a chance to hide my bruises so I quickly pulled on a hoodie and a pair of jeans. I then headed towards the bathroom to wrap up my broken ribs and my arm. The timing was perfect because I heard Tyler pull in the driveway, honking his horn wildly. I ran out the door grabbing my phone on my way out. I smiled as he opened my door and I slide into the passenger seat next to him.
