Sorry I haven't updated in forever but I have been so busy. I am going to try to post another chapter tomorrow. Thanks for the people who reviewed I hope you enjoy this Chapter.
I walked into the house quietly. I looked in the kitchen and didn't see anyone. Maybe he isn't home. Then as I started to walk in the house I heard a voice that made me stopped dead in my tracks.
"Where ha...have you beeenn?" my drunk dad asked.
"I was just hanging out with my friends." I replied coming back down the stairs.
"I told...told you to come home because cause you have...work to dooo."
"You never told me that."
"Don't you..you talk beck tooo me," he said yelling causing his bad breath to go in my face.
"I am not. You never told me to come home. So I can do what I want!" I said yelling back.
Oh no. I think i went a little to far.
"Don't you..yell at mmmeee!" He yelled coming towards me.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" I said quickly in fear.
He ignored me and raised his hand. Then he brought it down with all his strength on my right cheek. The impact was hard and made me fall to the ground as I felt his fingernails dig into my skin. Then he pulled his hand back and stood like nothing happened. Then he wobbled back into the living room. I felt blood rushing form my face as the pain was increasing. I kept the tears in as I ran up the stairs to my room. I shut the door and grabbed a washcloth. I looked at myself in the mirror to see the damage. The cut on my cheek started at the bottom of my eye and ran to the edge of my jaw. It was red and bloody from his fingernails. Man i got him mad. He rarely hits me in the face. I put the washcloth to my face as it absorbed the blood. I held it tight and walked out to my balcony. My balcony was my own place. I always came out here when things were hectic in my house. Whenever i needed privacy and usually after I got a beating. I went and sat down on a chair putting my feet on top of the edge wall. Drew was my neighbor and his room was next to mine so I could see his room from my balcony. Then i heard him playing his guitar. He practiced all the time and was excellent. I loved to hear it. It made me relaxed more at times like these. I listened to the notes going up and down making rhythms of a song. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something to get my mind of the pain. Then the guitar stopped and I opened my eyes to see Drew looking out his window to me. Then he got on his roof and started walking towards to me. Once he got as far as he could go (which was pretty much right next to me except for a small gap) he sat down.
He spoke slowly, "What happened?"
I thought of a good a good excuse," I fell in my room and scarped my cheek on the sharp part on the metal mattress base."
"Ow. Are you okay?" he asked with a tone of worry in his voice.
"Ya I will be fine," I said wincing as it hurt to talk.
For the next few minutes Drew just sat there in silence. Then he went back through his window and played his guitar again. I closed my eyes and smiled. Drew was amazing, he always knows what to do. For about a half an hour I just sat there with my eyes closed listening to the slow rhythms relaxing me. Soon I drifted off to sleep thinking about Drew and his many talents. But little did I know that Drew was watching form his window. He smiled thinking about me.