Riley's POV
I pushed my food around on my plate, a feeling of anxiousness and nervous growing my my stomach.
"Someone from dance asked me to hang out tomorrow after dance." I said, breaking the silence. My father glared.
"And what did you say?" He hisses.
"Well, I said that I would have to ask you first." I reply.
"No, your not going." He growls. My usual response would to just accept it, but I didn't want to do that.
"Please." I beg. "It would be a one time thing, and I'll be home in time to make supper and-"
"No!" He screams. I look down at my plate as I feel my lip begin to quiver. A tear drips down my face.
"Stop crying." He growls.
"I-I'm not." I stammer, wiping away tears.
"Yes you are! So stop it!" He yells. I grab my plate off the table and stand up.
"I'm finished." I mumble, putting the plate in the sink.
I turn around, and in an instant, I'm pushed up against the wall, hands clenched around my throat.
"I do so much for you!" He screams in my face. "And that's never good enough!"
"Let go." I croak, struggling to breath.
"You think that you can just do whatever you want, huh?" He growls.
"Let go." I struggle to say as fuzzy black dots formed in my vision.
"Nothing's good enough for you!" He yells, finally let go. I drop to the floor, breathing heavy from lack of air.
I ran up to te attic. There was a small, dusty old mirror up there. I examined my neck, my father's handprints in clear view. I gently touched the red marks before I covered the mirror back up with an old bedsheets and crawled into the floor, pulling te blankets up over me.
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Behind Closed Doors
FanfictionNobody knows what happens when she shuts the door behind her. Nobody knows how the bruises appear. But when James comes into Riley's life, he's about to find out.
