Author's Note: So sorry I didn't update! It's because I have another site I write on and I totally forgot! So I will most defiantly not do that again.
andrea- Yes, thanks for reading. I live for reviews. You make me happy!
vamirefan08- I think you got lost when the dad was all nice. You'll learn about that later. There's a reason for everything
When I got home it was as if my father regretted what he said.
"I'm home!" I called out. "Don't yell in my fucking house!" he yelled at me. "What's wrong?" I asked. He smacked me. I fell to the ground. "Who were you fucking?" he yelled, kicking me again. I cried out in pain. But that only seemed to fuel his energy and needs.
He bent down and grabbed me by my neck. He pushed me towards the stairs. I started to climb automatically. Once in my room, he ripped of my dress.
After admiring my body and hearing me scream he went to go get his golf club. He hit me as hard as he could in my back. I screamed. He did it again. I rolled over to protect me back but then he hit me in the stomach.
He threw the golf club and left. I thought he was done but I was wrong. He came back with a knife. He grabbed me by my Wrist and cut me. I screamed out in pain. "You bitch, if this happens again I'll set you on fire and watch you dance!" he spat then left the room.
In the morning I was walking to school. Every step I took ached. I walked slowly. A car pulled up next to me. "Hey! Hop in!" Andrew yelled. I kept walking. This is bad.
If I got in one of these few things could happen,
One: He'd tell me to take off my hood and see the large hand print there
Two: He'd hear me groan as my body touched the seat.
Or Three: My dad would see.
I kept walking. He had to be watching if he knew yesterday. "Lana?" he asked. I kept walking. "Alana! What's going on?" he asked.
"No, nothing." I mumbled. "Leave please." I said. But he did the opposite. He kept following. My phone rang as he stepped out the car.
"Is that the guy you're fucking?" my dads voice said. It was tainted with anger. "Daddy, no. He keeps following me." I stuttered from fear. "I don't believe you. See you when you get home." he hung up.
I tear slipped out of my eye. "What is it?" Andrew asked. I looked around. "Leave me alone! Please!" I yelled. Now I was crying buckets.
"Alana?" he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. The touch hurt. I flinched away from it. "Leave, please?" Then he turned and went back into his car. I slowly put my head down continued walking.