Can anybody find meee...somebody to loveee—(8)
'SELENA!'
'SHIT' I thought. As I heard my dad stomping up the stairs, taking a couple of stumbles, before he reached my door.
'Where's t-the d-dog?' he slurred as he held onto my bed for support.
'Dog? What dog? Dad, we don't have a dog!' I'll admit it, i was petrified as his face turn from drunk to angry.
'WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?'
'ummm...uhhh' what was he gonna do to me? 'I s-said that, ummm, w-we don't have a d-dog.' I closed my eyes tight after that sentence. I already knew what was going to happen.
'I'll teach you to give me cheek!'
He stormed over towards me and slapped me hard across the face, causing me to fall on the ground. I don't really remember much after that. I think he kicked me a couple of times before running to the bathroom to be sick. I tried to get up, but failed. My ribs really hurt, and my cheek was bright red. After many attempts, I dragged myself over to my bathroom and cleaned myself up, flinching in pain as I cleaned my wounds...why does he hate me so much?
THE NEXT DAY.
My alarm rang at 7am on the dot, and I got up. Luckily, my dad went to 'work' before me so i didn't have to deal with him till he came home. I picked out my Led Zepplin tee shirt and purple skinny jeans, and slipped on my black converse.
'Here we go again.' I mumbled as I made my way down the street, towards East Northumberland High...