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.
