Chapter 6

I opened the door with caution it felt like a horror movie, little did I know that's what it would turn into.

"Well if it isn't my perfect little daughter."

He started stumbling towards me and I backed up a bit and started to lie.

"Mum sent me out for chips ,we were both still hungry but didn't want to cook but the chippy down the road is shut and I don't know any others."

"What a good little actress you are, you see, I know your lying because she told me you went out with friends, boys as well , she's turning you into a little prostitute all you need is a bit of discipline."

He slapped me hard across the face, his aim was off because of the alcohol intoxicating his body but it still hurt like hell, though I would never show it.

"That's for lying."

he punched me in the stomach

"That's for covering for your supposed mother."

He kicked me so I fell,

"That's for being a little whore."

And just to finish off he stomped on my foot. A sickening crack echoed through the walls. I'm not sure what damage had been done but my ankle felt like it was about to fall off. At this I did scream.

After that I don't remember anything, it all went black.

I woke up feeling worse than what I did before I passed out, looks like he didn't stop even when I was out of it, when my vision cleared I looked up to see my godmother looking at me, she didn't look as bad as me, not even a bruise on her, just a red mark on her face to match mine. She'd obviously hid in the bathroom, coward. I hate it when she's like that, tells me to be brave and then goes and hides. Knowing he would come for me . He hates me more than her, since I wasn't the son he had wanted. My real mother didn't tell him it was a girl; she knew he wouldn't touch her if he thought it was a son.

She offered a hand to help me up with, and I spat at it. I got up, well dragged myself up and tried to get to my room, I got there eventually and searched for my mobile , hissing every so often at my foot , it was swelling badly and was blue and purple all over , great. Thank god I hardly wear skirts.

I got to Tala's number, it had been about two hours but I promised, I took a deep breath and dialled the number, he picked up after the second ring.

"Trisha? Are you ok? What happened? if you're hurt I swear to god , I'm coming round now-"

"Woooaahh there I'm fine, I had to talk to my mum for a bit, I just lost track of time, my dad had said some things that upset her and she wanted to talk."

John was right, I was a good actress or liar as he preferred to call them, nothing but professional liars is what he preached at me when I let it slip I had wanted to become one. But nonetheless Tala seemed to buy it.

"Oh good, thanks for calling me."

"I promised didn't I?"

"Yeah but I'm just glad your alright, my mum though I was nuts staring at my phone like it was a life line or something, Come to mine tomorrow after school? Kai won't be there I swear, and if he shows up, I'll pretend to be sick or something."

"Why are you being so nice."

"Trisha, how long have i known you for now, 12 years? I would never hurt you, you know that."

"Ok I'll see you tomorrow, Bye."

"Bye."

He wouldn't hang up I could tell he was waiting for me to do it first, so I whispered a thank you and hung up.

I put on some cream on my face to help stop it from stinging, I knew I would probably bring out an ugly bruise but at least I could cover that up. I went to sleep somewhat happy, and optimistic.