The One

Chapter. 8

"Where the fuck have you been" he spat out his words full of poison

His anger seethed beneath his skin as he waited for an answer.

"In my room" I said slowly moving away from the window. He stepped closer, his face inches away from mine his breath reeking of alcohol. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" he said, his voice trembling with rage. I could feel my heart racing as I took a step back.

"Well yeah kinda" I whispered under my breath. His face grew red as he clenched his fists. I started to feel a chill go down my spine. I knew this was not going to end well.

He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall, his eyes blazing with anger. He brought his face closer to mine and spoke in a low menacing voice. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again."

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his next move. I could only nod in response, afraid of what he might do if I said anything else.

"You never answered my question did you? Where did you go Wednesday" he spat in my face. He glared at me, waiting for an answer. I could feel the heat of his gaze as it burned into me. I knew I had to respond, but I didn't know what to say.

"I..." I could feel my face getting hot, my palms were sweaty. I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt my heart beating in my chest, and I knew I had to come up with an answer. I took a deep breath and finally looked him in the eye. "I was out with friends." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"So what? Now you think you're too good for this house?" He gritted through his teeth

What's he yappin about now?

I shook my head no not knowing how to reply.

I looked up at him meeting his eyes once again. They were full of pure rage.

"Answer me when I'm speaking to you." Angrily, he slapped me across the face and demanded an answer. His voice was loud and intimidating.

"I don't think I'm too good for this house" I murmured, bringing my hand up to cup my cheek

He stepped back and looked at me incredulously. "You better not think that," he said, pointing his finger in my face. "I'm the one in charge in this house, and you better remember that."

I held my tongue and said nothing.

He grabbed me and pushed me towards the doorway knocking me down.

"Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you to" he said as he walked back into the living room, kicking my side in the process.

I stood up slowly, taking a deep breath, I trudged back to my room, the pain in my side lingering. I could feel my anger and frustration boiling inside of me.

At least he wasn't as bad today as he's done worse.

What day is it tomorrow anyway?

I lock my door once I make it up to my room and take my shoes off before flopping down onto my bed.

I look around my room before stopping at my electric guitar.

Should I play?

Probably not my dad's already pissed.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the date.

Tomorrow's Friday!?

I thought today was Friday!?

As I'm about to set my phone down it vibrates before a notification pops up.

Who is it now?

Oh it's baldie.