Running Away
chapter 1- abused
Jade's pov
I smiled as I walked in the door to my dad watching a baseball game on the tv completely oblivious to the world around him.
I shut the door with a thud and preceded up the stairs to my bedroom and closed my door with a slam, then walked acrossed the room to look in the mirror at my new bellybutton ring. I loved peircings and this one especially because it was shiny and black, my favorite color.
Looking at the clock I noticed it was almost midnight and I would need to act like I was getting ready for bed, so my dad wouldn't have the slightest idea I was sneaking out to meet Beck.
I slipped on my silky pajama bottoms, when I heard a loud banging on my door " Go Away!" I yelled, knowing it was my dad who probably just wanted to tell me that I was a worthless piece of shit because I was an actress.
I had my pajama top almost all the way on when my door burst open and my dad stomped in with a glazed look in his eyes that I recognized to be drunk. " Dad I was changing my clothes!" I screamed, but it was too late, my father had seen, new accessory, a shiny, black bellybutton ring. my dad HATED peircings, I remembered when I got my ears pierced he left the house and stayed in a motel for two weeks just so he didn't have to see me.
" You little slut!" he screamed at me at the top of his lungs " what the hell do you think doing with all these peircings, I bet that's the only thing your little boyfriend likes about you is that your easy to get in the sack!" I felt my anger rise as he continued, he didn't know the first thing about Beck, " You just wait you'll me knocked up within a week with that new whore ring of yours.
I couldn't control myself any longer, I screamed with the same intensity And tone of voice as he had just a second ago. " Shut the hell up, and get your drunk ass out of my room you bastard!" My father shoved me with such force that I flew backwards and slammed my head into the wall behind me. I stifled a groan as my back was seized by pain and I pushed myself away from the wall and upwards into a standing position once again. I punched my father square in the lip with as must force as I could muster and let a small smile creep acrossed my face as it began to bleed.
My father cursed me out and I tried to move but he had me pinned to the wall with my walls behind my back, pressed into the wall so hard the were becoming numb. My father held me there by my head and stomach, but he made the mistake of putting g his hand too close to my mouth. I bit down as hard as possible on his palm and he released his grip on my head and yelled and cursed me out again while I struggled against his now entire weight on my torso, I managed to get my arms free, before it happened. My father did something I didn't expect , he yanked my head forward and then fast as lightning he slammed it into a mirror that was on the wall behind me.
I was so overwhelmed by pain in that second all I could do was stand there at the glass as I shattered and fell to the floor. Then the pain subsided ever so slightly that I could process it and tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to spill over. I figured out over my overwhelming agony that the pain was mostly located in the center of the back of my head. One of my hands found the exact spot without my conscious Decision and I gasped as I touched it, it was very swollen and it was bleeding slightly I learned as I pulled my Hand back that had scarlet on it. I knew right then that I had to get away from here and that this was the worst abuse my father had given me. I pulled myself out of my shocked state to see my father now standing near my bed laughing at my pain. what a fucking bastard I thought to myself and I kicked him in his fat ass beer gut and watched as he fell over in pain.
I then rushed down the stairs, through the kitchen and most of the living room, only stopping to shove my feet into my flip-flops before running out the door. I didn't bother even taking anything with me for the fear that my father would catch up to me and truly try to murder me this time. I was used to my father being drunk and ignoring me and even abusing my with a slap or a kick to the leg or something like that, but never anything like this. At that moment, if I knew only one thing it was, I was never going back.