Authors Note
Hey you guys i know i havent updated in a long time but i will start posting regularly. sorry for such a short chapter enjoy!
"CLARE" That hard drunken voice yelled
Oh shit I'll just ignore it
All I think about is Eli I wouldn't lose him if my life depended on it. Sometimes I ask myself why I'm even living? My life is so messed up it's a shame ... Hmm I wonder if my so called (Daddy) really gives a damn about me or my family. One Day I'll snap and do something I shouldn't. Sometimes I ask myself why me? As a matter of fact I ask myself this all the time...Damn only if you knew, only if you understood, only if you were me… "Thoughts of Saint Clare ".wait we can imagine can't we...OK
Imagine your life as mind imagine your dad slapping the shit out of you every chance he gets just because he feels he can. Imagine your father staring at your ass while You bend down to get something out of the fridge, then turning around to see him not even caring that you caught him, not even turning his head to make it seem like he was looking somewhere else. Imagine your own Damn Dead Beat father….. Scaring your mother off imagine that. Just Freaking imagine ... ugh... I'm taking a nap in fact I'm just going to sleep till society wakes me.
"Bitch I know you hear me"
HE yelled he yells so loud it sends a shiver down my spine. I need to get down there. I get up and say
"Yes daddy" in the sweetest voice ever hoping it would cause his anger to die down.
Well a girl can dream can't she?
He then yelled come to the bathroom there was two bathrooms his and mine I ran to my bathroom because he sounded as if He was in there. When I went in there he was standing there red in the face angrily pointing at the empty roll of tissue.
"WHAT IS THIS?"
"I'm sorry daddy I'll pay for more. " I said stuttering out the word breathing heavily after every word.
"No come here you ungrateful bitch" I tried to escape. I really did.
I backed away and then decided to make a dash for it but he caught me and pulled me down by my hair. This caused me to fall backwards and crash my head on the wall. His glare was harder than before and he whispered venomously
I reached behind my head feeling the blood start to trickle from my head.
"I am stronger than you and I am faster than you. I don't even know why you try"
My eyes widened in fear. Apparently my dad didn't take it like that.
"You think you can stare me down…Huh….. You think just because you are a teenager that you can disobey me. TRY TO RUN AWAY FROM ME. CHALLENGE ME."
He screamed at every word his voice got louder and louder. As his voice got louder it somehow seemed softer. Maybe I was going in and out of consciousness.
"YOU WANT TO IGNORE ME YOU BITCH. SIT THERE AND CLOSE YOUR EYES LIKE IT WILL MAKE ME GO AWAY. GUESS WHAT YOU SLUT I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE."
Then it hit me he would always be here I am only 15 years old I have nowhere else to go. I would be his punching bag for the next three years and there was nothing I could do about it. That realization struck something in me and I did something I always hated to do.
I cried. No not cried but sobbed hysterically.
That only caused him to stuff a hand towel in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he stuffed it down farther. I tried my best to scream but couldn't as he dragged me by my short auburn curls to the stairs only to let go causing me to fall down the stairs face first finally letting the hand towel out my mouth. I heard his heavy boots stomp down the stairs. I screamed stops and please don'ts but it was no use. He stepped on my stomack I kicked and screamed but to no avail I fell on deaf ears. " YOU-" kick to the ribs causing and intense pain to shoot up through my body. " UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH" stomp to the leg causing me to scream . Each blow was harder than the others and was followed by a profanity.
"Daddy please stop it"
" Not until you learn a lesson"
With that he dragged me by my hair and into the kitchen. I screamed all types of pleas but I must have really pissed him off this time because he smashed my face onto the stove struggling to get the stove on I thought to myself this is now or never so I did something I never thought I would do. I fought back or well I tried. So before he could turn the stove on I kicked him in his crotch causing him to groan and stumble back. Still it was not the end he grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the refrigerator shaking me his hands getting tighter and tighter. I felt my throat closing. I was struggling trying to catch my breath. There were these walls that I felt trying to close in on me. My vision getting darker and darker it was getting harder to see. Finally he let me go. Allowing me to slide down the fridge on my back landing on my butt. I couldn't stay in that position for long as I collapsed to the side on the floor. He kicked me one last time muttering incoherent insults before stomping out of the kitchen he then slammed the door and left without another word probably off to drink at some sleazy bar. I fell asleep on the floor thinking about my beautiful dark angel.