It started off as a normal conversation, between Brittany and her dad. She only asked if he would get her a duck. She asked only once and asked only out of curiousness.
"No. What the fuck Brittany you shallow girl?" He screamed at her.
He wasn't a drinker, and he certainly wasn't drunk. He was about to go off to his mates house with Brittany's sister. Brittany didn't know how to react to his sudden anger at her. It seemed to Brittany that her dad only cared for her sister, who was younger than her. Her mum was out at work, and even if her mum was there, she wouldn't prevent anything.
"I only asked." Brittany said voice slightly rising, and crackling.
Her eyes started to fill up a puddle of tears. She looks up at him from the chair she was sitting on, and was surprised to see her dad so close to her, his hand out at the ready to hit Brittany. Through Brittany's eyes, all of it went by slow. He hit her so hard her head flew back onto the wall behind Brittany. Brittany was confused and didn't know what to do. She looked at him like she was beaten and helpless. He goes in for another hit. And again. And again. And again. And one last time. By this time Brittany was all hot and sweaty and her face was full of her tears. She was confused and she didn't know why he was hitting her. Her sister was just stood at the other side of the room staring, with fear ridden eyes. Brittany was so angry, and sad. He was still shouting at her, but Brittany couldn't hear a thing. She was in shock, and she was crying too hard to notice. Just as he goes in for another hit, Brittany yells "GO AWAY." as loud as she could. Everyone in the room was surprised at her sudden scream.
Why is he yelling at me? I can't do this. Take me someone. Please. I can't do it anymore. I need to go. I need to run, take me anywhere I won't complain. Just get me out of here.
Brittany was tired, as well as angry, and sad, but at the same time she felt strong and powerful. She hit the wall as hard as she could, that her veins on her wrist became more apparent. Her hands went red, and she threw whatever it was that was in her hand. She was crying furiously and she was angry. She wanted to break something, but she couldn't. Her legs were heavy and her body was heavy. Her head drooped and her hands fell. She wanted to let her anger go, but she couldn't because she was tired. Her dad was still staring at her, so was her sister, never wavering from her stance. She looks up at him, fear in her eyes and anger in her mouth. She saw no apologetic stance, no apologetic eyes, and no apologetic anything. All she saw was some man she didn't recognise anymore, the same man that had taken some part into making her, with anger riding his whole body. He turned to leave, without another word, another hit, and another look. He dragged Brittany's sister away, and they went. Just like that. They left a broken Brittany on her chair. As soon as they were out of sight, Brittany didn't have the strength to keep her place on the chair and she fell on the ground. She screamed, not of physical hurt but because she was emotionally (as well as physically) hurt by her dad. She asked herself why one more time. No answer came. She asked if someone or something would just take her. She was still angry, and tired. She fumbled around on the ground looking for her phone. She scrolled down her list, and finally found the number she was looking for, Santana's. She dialled it, hoping she would answer.