Sorry that this chapter isn't very long, but it's the best I can do right now! Please PLEASE PLEASE review, especially if you favorited this story, it makes me very angry when I see that someone favorited it, and didn't review...You know who you are...GRRRR. I hope to update again tomorrow, but we'll have to wait and see...
When she got back home and started cleaning it was 5:00pm. Though it was late, she managed to get everything looking spick and span. As 9:30 rolled around, her father came in. He looked worse than usual. He quietly went to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom. Time slowed down, her blood turned to ice as she realized that she hadn't cleaned it...and Wally'd used it the day before. She heard a huff, and her father became visible in her line of sight as he exited his bathroom. Trigon Roth radiated anger, while clutching a towel.
"Who used my bathroom?" He screeched in fury. Rachel swallowed her stomach. She knew what she had to do, and there was no turning back.
"I...did." She covered for Wally. Trigon paused for a minute, rage seeming to disappear.
"Oh, in that case..." He turned to leave the room. Rachel, who hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, sighed in relief. Big Mistake. Her father whirled around and was on her in an instant. Within milliseconds he had somehow grabbed a chair. The world seemed to rain down on her as the chair hit her so hard that it broke into five pieces. Everything went black, though she was still conscious, she could do nothing to stop the blows that rained down upon her. She was lying on the cold linoleum floor seconds later. Before she could scream her father had grabbed a glass vase and smashed her over the head with it. The pain was unbearable. Trigon Roth laughed.
"Yes, that's it. Go to sleep, and this time...don't wake up." Screams of rage replaced his deep voice. "I LOST MY JOB! YOU HEAR THAT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF—" The last thing she felt was something large, cold, and metal slamming her in the forehead.
When Rachel became conscious, the house was dark. She knew that she was only three feet from the back door. She spat out some blood, surprised that she hadn't choked on it and died. Trying to stand up, she slipped in a puddle of water. It took her seconds to realize that what she was lying in wasn't a puddle of water; it was a puddle of blood. She crawled toward the kitchen counter, and pulled herself, slowly, up. Rachel groped the counter. She wasn't sure where she would go. There was only one place she could think of, and she didn't want to think of him. She opened the door with effort. The night air made her shiver uncontrollably. As she gripped the banister to the stairs of his house, she knew that couldn't continue on. Nevertheless, her body tried to carry her upward. She began to see stars, a sign that she would soon black out. Her vision danced as she stumbled up the steps. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he had the door open in a split second.
"Rachel, what happened?" She tripped and he caught her. She had just enough time to say, "He lost his job," before her mind pulled her back into the dark.
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