Jenny Rose's P.O.V
"JENNY GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE!" my 'father' yells. I get up and hurry down stairs. "What is this!" He spits in my face. "I-I'm s-sorry, I-I forgot to clean it up," I stutter out. He is holding a empty beer bottle in his hands. He swings the beer bottle at my face. I can feel the glass cut my skin but I don't cry. He does this all the time, I swear its almost normal so it doesn't even hurt. He grabs my hair and pulls me down, kicking my stomach. I cry out in pain and then he punches my face. I bite my tongue to hold back the tears and I taste blood so I stop and he kicks me one more time in the stomach. I did not prepare for the impact so I scream and he just says "Be back at 2 am." He gets up and leaves me on the ground. Once I see his head lights fade away, I get up and clutch my stomach, hopping up the stairs to my room. I grab my bag and put my iPod in it with some jeans and lots of sweaters and my 2 pairs of converse. I put on my Doc Martins and hop out the window. I land on the ground with a thud. "Shit," I cursed under my breath, my foot twisted when I landed. I just deal with the pain as I run.