I walked through the threshold to be greeted by some guy in a plaid beer stained shirt with a straw cowboy hat on.

"Howdy there." He said in a country tone. He had a very light beard with brown blonde hair that came down to his jaw line, and blue eyes.

I looked at him and walked past him into the living room.

The living room was a yellowish cream with a BIG flatscreen TV and a long couch that went across the back wall.

There was a desk next to the couch with the laptop on it.

I walked over to it and grabbed it.

The laptop was a sleek black one with a nice shiny keyboard.

I started to walk to the stairs when he stepped in my way. 'He' meaning the cowboy guy.

"Howdy," he said, all the chirpiness gone, in a pathetic excuse for a steel voice.

I rolled my eyes and tried to step around him.

My mistake- for what the second time today.

Man, what is up with that. I usually am never EVER wrong.

He tripped me and then grabbed the laptop from me.

I did a face plant with a crack and reopening my jaw that finally stopped bleeding. Right now it must be the size of the Grand Canyon.

I sucked in a breath.

I think I just got a rib broken.

Man, I am uber smart.

I looked up at 'howdy' boy.

"When someone speaks to you, you answer, got it girl?" He asked. I heard a chuckle from the other side of the room.

I knew who it was immediately.

My 'dad'.

I stood up.

Howdy was right next to me.

I took a step back right as he grabbed me by the neck and squeezed.

"Do you got it?" He asked once again.

Oh, great now he expects me to answer.

And I will.

I shook my head 'no'.

Now that ticked him off.

He through me into the stair banister.

I heard another crack and couldn't help but let out a small scream.

I slapped a hand over my mouth and I feel to my side all the breath out of my lungs.

I couldn't breath at all.

I started to thrash around racked my knuckles on the hard finished wood floor.

I opened my mouth to scream in agony as my side felt like it was on fire.

But I couldn't even do that.

I felt unwanted tears coming from my eyes.

I heard a few chuckles come from the living room.

At least I think it is the living room.

I couldn't tell the room was spinning faster and faster.

Black dots entered my vision as I heard my father say something that was slurred.

I tried to not let the black dots rule but there was no stopping them from crowding my vision.

This is it… was the last thing I thought before I slipped under the sea of black.