A Touch Of Hope
Chapter 10- Abuse
Chris POV
I hated being at home. It really sucked. I thanked god every day that I had the privalige to live with my friend's parents. But I had to go home somedays because my Dad wanted to 'see me'
He never wanted to see me though. Did he fuck want to 'see me' and have 'father-son time together' no way. He wanted to beat the crap out of me because apparently I was the reason for my mothers death and the way my father is.
Some days I'm glad that my twin sister doesn't live with me. Of course I wish she was here with me, to help me through it. But never in a million years would I want someone, especially my sister to go through what I go through. Nobody deserves that. Nobody. Not even me. I may be an ass sometimes, but isn't every teenage boy at some stage?
I dreaded it. Walking up to the front porch of my father house right at the edge of Morganville. It was sort of in the middle of nowhere, but only about a ten minute walk away from the town center.
It wasn't as if I could just turn around, either. I had to go. End of. Social services make me go to him. They don't see what hes like. Although they know what hes like, from what hes done in the past. I don't exactly now what hes done, but I know he's been the way he is now for years.
I take a deep, unsteady breath and knock on the door. I moved back, just incase. A few seconds later, my father swung open the door and stared bog eyed at me.
'In.' He said harshly as he stared at me. I just stood there. I wasnt disobeing him. I was just terrified of what he was going to do.
'IN!' He grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the door, banging it shut behind me. I swung back around to me and put a hard grip onto my shoulders.
'Who is she?' He yelled in my face. I was trembling with fear by now. I was used to this sort of stuff from my dad. But it still scared the shit out of me everytime he did it.
'W..what? Who?' I ask, trying to get away from him but his iron grip was crushing my arm.
'YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO!' He slapped me across my face, causing me to groan in pain. 'The girl!' He yelled, making his grip even harder on my arm. 'DAMN IT BOY! THE GIRL YOU WERE WITH! WHO?'
'What g..girl?' I knew exactly what he was talking about. Sophia. He must have seen me with her when we were out.
'DONT PLAY STUPID WITH ME!' He slapped me again, this time harder, making my head lash to the side. 'I swear to god if you don't tell me who she is I will kill you both!' He pushed me hard. Hard enough to make me fall to the floor. I couldn't move my arm, it felt numb but the pain was excruciating.
'Now, are you going to tell me who she is or am I going to find out myself? And believe me son, you dont want that to happen.' He crouched down to my level and slapped my cheek a couple of times.
'Well?'
'S..Sophia..Her names Sophia, alright!' I yell. Tears were streaming down my face as I shook with fear of my own father.
'Sophia who!?' He screamed.
'Smith! Sophia Smith! Jesus Christ, Dad!'
He stared at me with wide eyes. I could see the anger bubbling of him as he stood up and stared down at me. 'You stay away from that bitch.'
'No!' I shout. 'No, Dad! You're not breaking us up!'
'Breaking you up?' He scoffed. 'What are you, dating?!'
'Yes! Well... I don't know... but I like her!'
He sighed and came down to me again. He put his forehead onto mine and pushed against it. 'I'll tell you what. You stay here and go to sleep while I go out and find this little 'Sophia Smith' and kill her. Got it?'
'NO!' I scream but didn't get very far. The last thing I rememeber is him head butting me and then... then blackness.
I woke up in my old room. It was my room from when I was little. I was lay on the floor in the corner of the room, propped up against the wall. My head ached as I lay there, unable to move.
I felt myself whimper as tears streamed down my face. The pain was horrible. My head was hurting like crazy. I lifted up the sleeve of my hoodie to find a huge black, blue and purple bruise making its way down my arm. It was visible now on my wrist, where my dad grabbed me to pull me into the door. There was no getting away from this one. People were obviously going to see it and ask what it was.
Tears escaped my eyes as I lay helplessly on the floor. I never cried. Never. But right now I felt worthless. He was after Sophia. He knew what she looked like... she was in big trouble if I didnt help her. But how could I help her when I was lay half concious on the floor?
A few minutes after resting my banging head on the wall, I was able to sit myself up and fumble for my phone which was in my jean pocket.
Before I could text or call anyone, my phone rung with a number I didnt reconise. I frown, wondering whether or not to answer it. I did.
'Hello?' My voice was weak and broken.
'Chris? You okay?' A hurried voice said, it was a girl.
'Who's this?'
'Its Abi... Sophia's friend...'
'Oh, hey.' I try massaging my throat but it doesnt work.
'Chris, you need to come to the hospital, quick...'
'Why?'
'Its Sophia!'
I hand up straight away and with all the energy I had, I got myself onto my feet and made an escape. There was no sign of my dad... that was a very, very bad sign.
Sorry I havent updated! :( Please dont hate me! I've been so busy lately with school! But I hope this chapter is alright :) I know where Im going with this now! So please keep reading and I will definitely be updating tomorrow night with a good chapter so look out for that! Please review!xxxxx