7. running scared
I get back from the hospital a day later. Right when I get back I'm greeted by my father's fist. He hit me square in my nose. “LITTLE BITCH." My dad punches me in the jaw. I taste blood in my mouth. “FIGHT BACK LITTLE SLUT!" He knees me in the stomach and pushed me against a wall. My head hits the wasps hard and where I hit my head before was bleeding again. I whimper. He chuckles and kicks me a lot. I feel myself start bleeding in places. He suddenly picks me up and takes me to his bedroom. Oh God. Please no. I whimper again and squirm. He hits me, “stay still" I stop, scared of what else he can do. He takes my shirt off when I accidentally hit him. He slaps me until my cheek bleeds. He punches my nose and I feel it break. I bite back a scream. He walks out and I hear shuffling. He comes back in with a gun. I scream this time and move. He aimed for my head but since I moves he got my shoulder. I feel agonizing pain run down my arm. Tears run Down my face. He shoots again and I feel a pain on the very side of my hip. I didn't care. I made a beeline to my room and grabbed a bag with necessities. I jump out my window and pull a jumper on. I wince as the fabric moves against my shoulder. I run. I don't know where I'm going but I'm running. I run and run until I am out of the city and in a large field. I see spots in my vision and the searing pain numb. Everything goes black.
Sorry its short