"you little slut! You are worthless just like your mother. You should be dead just like her."He just kept yelling and yelling at me and I was ready to burst.
What had started his rant was when I came home from school fifteens minutes later than I usually do because I had to talk to a teacher about college. I couldnt wait to get out of this house when i turn eighteen. Only a few months left of school and my birthday.
However, to him, if I was more than five minutes late, I had been screwing some guy. Because I was a worthless slut in his eyes.
And each time he hit me, I thought to myself 'I deserve this'.
Why I thought that? I have no idea. I guess he beat it into me that I deserve everything he does to me. That every punch, kick, and slap is what i deserved for being me. For ruining his life. Maybe i was worthless.
The screaming and yelling finally stopped about twenty minutes later, and I felt like I couldn't get up. But I did and limped up the stairs. I changed into running shorts and a sports bra.
I could barely walk but every single time he beat me, I went for a run afterwards. It had turned into a habit and I felt like I needed to run off the pain. It cleared my head and helped me not take the next step.
Anyways, I chose to run on the beach because there was usually no one there. I put in my headphones that I had bought with my own money and plugged it into my crappy mp3 player. I got lost in the music and the feeling of my feet hitting the sand, hardened by the glistening water. I closed my eyes for a minute and the next thing i know, I was lying on the ground in pain.
It took me a minute to think about what had happened. During this time, I didn't open my eyes, but I heard a voice. But not just a voice, an angelic voice. Was I dead? I opened my eyes and a guy with brown hair and bluish-gray eyes was looking at me.
He was saying something, but i couldn't hear him. i pulled my headphones out of my ears and i heard him say "Are you alright, love?"