My hand punched the wall hard as anger filled my veins. Itook a deep breath and exhaled, trying so hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape. I had been through this before, yet every single time it happened I couldn't help but get like this. My hands balled into fists, they were red but numb so I couldn't feel any pain. I stomped out of the living room, still raging with anger, but no matter how much I wanted it to end, I knew it wouldn't, not if I knew my father.
"Get your ass back in here!" his voice echoed through the house. I wanted so bad to just walk out, yet I knew what the consequences would be if I did. Slowly walking back into the living room, I tried to calm myself down, knowing that being angry wouldn't help the situation. I could feel my eyes begin to fill with tears again but I blinked to hold them back. I wouldn't dare cry in front of my father. I stood across from him and bit my bottom lip. I was careful not move or make any sound.
"What did you say to me?" his voice was threatening.
"N-Nothing." I whispered. It was a mistake to lash out at him and I knew that I was about to pay now. He made his way closer to me, and I could feel fear building up inside of me with every step he took.
"Really? So you didn't just send me to hell did you?" he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, I winced in pain. He was just waiting for me to cry out in pain, but I bit my tongue and held it in. He liked it when I was in pain, especially when he was the one causing it, it made him feel superior.
"Dad it hurts" I cried,no longer being able to hold it in. The tears I fought so hard to hold back were now cascading down my cheeks. He twisted it more and I cried louder until he put his other hand over my mouth to muffle the cries. The pain was more than I could bare, I had to do something to get away.
"Shut up, Daniela, or I will make it hurt more." his tone was harsh and cold, he didn't care how much pain he was causing me. If he didn't care, then why should I? I swung my free arm towards his face and used what little nails I had to scratch him. I didn't know where I did it but I knew I had, although knowing it would be a huge mistake.
"You bitch!" he threw me across the room where I crashed into the coffee table and landed on my arm. An horrible pain ran through it. It was probably broken.
He picked me up by my hair and pinned me against the wall. His hand against my throat while I held my arm against my body, as if that would shield it from any further damage.
"You stupid little whore. I should have left you with your good-for-nothing mother." he was choking me. I tried to gasp for breath but his grip was tight. I knew I had to think fast or else I would die. My legs were struggling against his body but I was able to knee him in the groin. He let go of me and doubled-down, groaning. This was my moment to escape. I mustered up all the energy I had left and ran towards the door. My face was now completely tear stained as more began to fall, my arm was still hurting terribly, as I made a run from the house. I could hear my father calling my name but I ignored him and ran for my life.
I was used to all of this; the screaming, the broken bones, the tears, all of it. This happened frequently at my house and every time I went to school with a new bruise, I would say I fell down the stairs or got into a fight with someone. People believed it because they knew that I was so clumsy, and I had the reputation of starting fights and being a little wild child.
It began to rain, and I thanked God for it. It gave people a reason to go inside their houses and stay inside, I wouldn't have anyone question what happened to me. I wasn't in the mood to make up a story as to why I looked the way I did. The falling drops were a comfort as they fell on my face and body. I had always loved the rain, I felt like it was washing away all the bad. It made me feel like the world had stopped for a moment. It was a weird thing, but that's just how it felt to me.
I ran a few blocks, then headed down Collins St. until I reached the house that was so familiar to me. The off-white colored house, the vibrantly colored garden and the old and scruffy welcome mat on the ground made me feel relaxed. This was the only place I ever felt that way.
I looked around the driveway and made sure that Ryleigh's parent's car was not in the driveway. When I saw that it was empty, I sighed and turned back to the door to knock. I held my arm against my body, hoping that Ryleigh could do something to ease the pain, although that was a long shot.
Ryleigh Jameson is my best friend. We've known each other since the seventh grade and grew fairly close after Ryleigh took me to a Jesse McCartney concert. She was the only one who knew of my home life.
At home, I am abused and beaten almost every day, the only times I'm is safe from a beating is when I stay at Ryleigh's house. School, however, was another story. I was known to break a few rules when I wanted to, I had that rebel reputation. That's probably why it was so easy for people to believe that I had gotten in a fight and therefore gotten the bruises all over my body. No one ever thought my father could possibly do these things to me, not the man who always helps out in the community, not the prominent surgeon who everyone knows and respects.
The door opening caused me to come out of my daze. Standing in the doorway was Ryleigh, she frowned at the sight of my condition. "Oh my god." she whispered, leading me inside the house and upstairs towards her bedroom. It was tough for me to make it up the stairs, I was so bruised and every part of me was aching. I don't know how I even managed to run all the way here.
When we reached Ryleigh's room, I made her way to the bed and sat down. Tears once again flowing freely.
"Dani, w-what happened? Did hedo this to you?" Ryleigh looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes from seeing me like this. I nodded but didn't take my eyes from the floor, as if the light beige carpet was suddenly so interesting. Ryleigh walked over to me and slightly touched my arm making me wince.
"We have to go to the hospital, you have to get it checked."
"No." I whispered. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't, Dani you have to get that checked. Please, just this once will you let me help you" Ryleigh pleaded, her voice about to crack as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Ryleigh I can't! If I go to the hospital they'll just ask how it happened and I don't think I can keep telling them that I fell down the stairs!" I sighed. "Plus they would call him and I can't go back home...not tonight."
I could hear the raindrops against the window and turned my head to look outside. The darkness was drawing closer and closer now that it was raining so hard. I wished I could be a child again, and run in the rain, jumping in mud puddles and playing tag. I could hear my name being called and forced myself to look at Ryleigh. Ryleigh's eyes were pleading and made me feel bad. I hated seeing Ryleigh like that just because I was hurt.
"Can I stay here?" my arm was still throbbing but I pushed aside the pain, if I didn't show that it was hurting, then maybe I wouldn't have to go to the hospital. At least not for tonight.
"Yes, you know you can." Ryleigh started, "But promise me that you'll go and get your arm checked tomorrow morning. My parents are out of town for the week, so you can stay as long as you want." Knowing that there was no point in fighting with her anymore, I agreed to it. I made my way out to the hallway towards the next bedroom where I would be staying in. Slipping into the warmth of the comforter and the sound of the rain falling, I found it quite soothing. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, but it was worth a try. I tried to think of an excuse I could tell the doctor and people at school the next day.
My thoughts wandered to my house and how pissed my dad must be. I figured he knew where I was and prayed that he wouldn't come to get me. I couldn't go back home, not for a while anyways. He needed time to calm down, to hopefully forget about what I had said to him before I could even think of returning back home.
I turned on my side, careful not to hit my arm. I stared at the wall, with it's floral wallpaper, and wondered about how life would be if my father wasn't so abusive, if I would have decided to live with my mother instead of my father. I sighed to myself knowing that life with her wouldn't have been any better, at least my father can support me. Lost in my thoughts, I slowly began to fall asleep, preparing myself for the next day.
so this is my first story that I posted on here but I have written before. I'll post some pics of Dani and Ryleigh on my profile soon. hope you guys like it.