Clare's POV
I'm done with it. Eli's showed me a better way and life's been better. I'm thinking
about calling the cops soon on my dad… I just don't know anymore… I even opened
up to Adam about everything and he was so supportive like I was when he told me
about him being a transgender. I'm so happy I have such great friends. Eli and Adam
came to my house and cleaned out anything sharp and I'm happy they did. Bruises
kept multiplying but I'm trying to take it. My dad doesn't seem to notice that I've
been spending so much time with Eli, which has made him less pissed off. I then
heard a big SLAM sound that took me out of my thoughts. Dad's home. I heard him
coming up the stairs obnoxiously, his boots seeming to get louder and louder each
step. Suddenly, he slammed open my door before screaming at me. "YOU DIDN"T
DO THE DISHES YOU BITCH!" My eyes were about to drop tears and full of fear. "Y-
you never t-told me too s-sir." That answer wasn't good enough for him. He grabbed
me by my hair and slammed me against the wall, punching me in the face
repeatedly, the hardest he can or ever has. My jaw immediately started aching and I
started crying. I couldn't hold it. I screamed, "STOP IT! STOP HURTING ME YOU
SELFISH BASTARD!" He threw me from the wall to the floor kicking me in the
ribcage. "How dare you treat me with such respect you slut." He then kicked me
straight in the mouth and I tasted the metallic flavoring of blood and it made a small
puddle by my head. "Disrespect? You're the one who's abusing her own daughter," I
shouted as loud as I could. He lost all control by then. He grabbed me by my hair
once again and dragged me in the hallway. I screamed a bloodcurdling scream in
absolute pain. He picked me up by my shoulders and then pushed me down the
stairs. I was tumbling and flipping until I finally hit the bottom. I couldn't move. I
could barely think. Everything started going black. I need Eli….