A/N: HELLO! :D So, I am co-writing a fic with the AWSOME Geez Geena (Geena) -- and I don't know if I spelled her name right. xD This one was written by Trinity A.K.A ME. Yeah.. Scroll down and read! :)Chapter One: Waiting
I sit in my house in Forks, Washington just waiting for the door to open. This house feels so empty. I hate living in such a big house, even, I get lost in it. I was pulled out of thought by a clicking sound I hate so much. I counted the seconds I had before I was put in the state of near death. It always happens in slow motion at first. I look at my doorknob it slowly turned. I close my eyes out of habit and thinking its going to help. I have been in this position so many times I could tell you what happens if I was blind and deaf. I wish I was deaf so I didn't have to suffer from hearing my scream echo of the empty walls. The door creaked which signaled the next step. I bit my lip to hold the voices that or on the tip of my tongue. I cringe to the corner of my room. 'Any time now' I thought. And sure enough I jinxed it. I could hear his voice clear and deep.
"Open your eyes bitch I wanna see you suffer" I obeyed want he said, I know my consequences if I don't.. I opened my eyes. There standing a couple inches from my face was my dad. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from where I was sitting. Black coal eyes were staring back at me, slowly breaking down the walls around me. His square and unshaved face haunt me in my dreams, taunting me. I was use to this pain, but behind this pain, was another pain, that ate away my insides when I sit alone thinking of nights like these. The bruises came next after the business was done. For some reason tonight went by fast even if the beginning was slowly painful. I crawled into my bed that was on the opposite side of where it was suppose to be. I thought to myself tomorrow is a new day. Just that little lie makes me sleep at night.