7. Can't my life just be over now
I walk in trying to be as quiet as possible. I was so post to be home 1 hour ago, my father is going to be so mad at me when he wakes up and finds that I just got home. I was making my way up the stairs when my dad called my name.
I make my way back down to the bottem of the stairs where my father is standing. He smells heavily of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
"Were have you been you where so post to be here an hour ago".
"I know dad i'm sorry someone gave me a ride home"
"And who was that someone who gave you a ride home?" My cheeks began to turn red
"Kevin" I said quietly
"Kevin Burch!" He threw back his arm and a hand came across my cheek. I wanted to cry. I tried to get back by he kept throwing punches at my face. I fell down the stairs and landed right buy the cabinet which had valuable glass cups on it. Some of them landed on the floor and broke into a million pieces, the others where just fine. I got up and tried to run towards the stairs, my father grabbed my arm and twisted me around and punched me in the face which made me topple over on the floor. Then the room went and all I remember is the pain of him kicking me in the stomach.
I wake up and all I can think about is the pain I am feeling. I force myself off the floor and look in the living room were my dad is passed out again on the couch. I make my way up stairs and I check my phone
2 missed calls
5 text messages
I hope in the hot shower and watch the blood drain down the drain and wash up. I get out and put on white skinny jeans and a black sweater and some black combat boots, I put on my make up and mascara to hide the bruise's on my face. I look at my phone and it is 6:00 am.
Yay time for school...