Amber's POV
It was pitch black outside, with the exception of a few streetlights as I walked up the driveway to my house. I looked at my watch. 12:30 Am. 'damn it!' I thought to myself. 'I am as good as dead if he is awake' I put the key in the doorknob, quietly praying to myself that my step-father wasn't awake. He was probably drunk and I hate it when he is because he gets angry at me for the strangest reasons. My life has always been crappy and now that he was in my life it was worse. Almost every night he would beat me; if I came home 5 minutes late, if I knocked something over, if I burned his food, and most of the times just because I was there.
Breaking out of my thoughts, I walked into my house. I was greeted with an eerie silence. That was never a good thing. The silence was soon broken when I heard the sound of loud footsteps running down the stairs. 'o god' I thought, just before my step-father came bolting into the room.
"Where the hell have you been!" he screamed.
I backed away, and started to shake.
"Umm I-I-I" my voice was shaking and came out as barley a whisper. My stepfather was a tall, kind of muscular looking man in his early 40's. He had jet black hair and was a little heavy. Just the look of him would scare someone away. He was the type of guy who people knew not to mess around with.
"Answer me you stupid bitch!" he screamed walking dangerously close to me.
"I went to the Dingo…and then for a walk. I lost track of time…I'm really sorry" I said, looking at the floor.
"Look at me when you speak!"
I looked up.
"Why were you there?" he questioned me.
"Because you said I could go" my voice was starting to crack and I was on the verge of tears. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I wanted to run upstairs into my room and cry.
I was awaken from my thoughts by a loud SMACK
My stepfather had hit me. He was a strong man, a little to strong and the impact from the smack made me lose balance and sent me flying to the floor.
"Don't you EVER blame anything on me!"
I sat there on the floor holding my cheek where he hit it. It stung like hell and I could feel tears forming in my eyes. He walked over to me and kicked me in the stomach.
"Get up"
I groaned in pain as I tried to move.
"I SAID GET UP!"
He reached down and picked me up by my shirt, throwing me against the wall. He was drunk. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he stood there holding me against the wall.
" You disgust me you worthless excuse of a girl" he said giving me a look of pure hatred.
" GET OUT! I want you out now!"
I winced as he said this because he was screaming in my ear. He noticed this and dragged me over to the door. He opened it and threw me onto the porch. Then he turned away and shut the door. I sat on the ground for a minute or two staring at the door in shock. After about a minute I came to my senses and got up and ran like hell. I bolted down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. I had no idea where I was going but I didn't care. Anywhere was better than here.