Stumble
Chapter Five
Disclaimer
- I do not own the Outsiders. Or Ohio Is For Lovers by Hawthorne Heights.
-- You never stop until my final breath is gone --
I entered my house that night with every intention of going straight to my room and sleeping for a few days. My mother's funeral, nearly getting raped, twice, this Dallas guy kissing me, it had been a very long and overwhelming day. I just needed sleep.But, it's never that simple, is it?
"Where've you been?" my father grumbled at me as I passed through the living room. He was drunk, I could already tell.
"Why do you care?" I shot back and continued walking.
"Morgan, don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you," he bellowed, slowly getting to his feet.
"I don't wanna hear what you have to say," I snapped.
"I am your father," he shouted. I spun around to face him.
"You are no such thing," I spat, like the words themselves were venomous. "You are nothing."
That's when it happened. For the first time ever, my father hit me. I stumbled back, hitting the wall with a terrible thud, I didn't feel it though, it was like everything was happening in slow motion.
I looked up at my father. His eyes were blazing with a fire I'd never seen before. In all the times he'd hit my mother, he had never been this mad.
I could taste blood in my mouth and I spit it onto the hardwood floor at my feet. I knew he was still staring at me, I could feel his eyes. "Hit a nerve, huh?" I whispered, knowing that he would hit me again. At least I had been expecting this blow. But it didn't stop there, he kept going.
I think part of me was hoping he'd kill me. But, it's never that simple, is it?