Kaela got home that night at around 11. She had had dinner at the Cohen's house.

She walked through the French Glass door's to her dad and her step-mom's house. Before she could retreat to the comfort of her room, her drunken dad came through one of the many hallways, and demanded, "Why the hell are you home so damn late!"

"I… aah." Kaela stuttered, not knowing quiet what to say, backing away slowly, and eyeing the nearly empty whiskey bottle in her father's tight grip.

"You have no respect what so ever about you elders who have been up worrying about you!"

"Worrying… WORRYING? You're a liar. You have never worried about me. The only reason you haven't passed out yet is because 'Carly' probably brought you a crate full of alcohol!"

Her father looked like his head would blow off any minute. He fingered the whiskey bottle, then, before Kaela had time to react, her drunken father had thrown the empty bottle at her. On contact with the right side of Kaela's stomach, the whiskey bottle smashed into a hundred pieces, some of which imbedded them selves through her tee shirt, and into her pale flesh.

Kaela doubled over in pain. And, before her father could hit her, she ran into her bed room and locked the door.

She slowly and painfully staggered into her bath room, took of her shirt so that she was only wearing her bikini top, and proceeded to pick the small pieces of broken glass out of her stomach.

Oh father, how I hate thee…

WOW shortest chapter I have ever written sorry, if you want you can blame me, Dog tags. K, cyaz