My Opposite, But Not Really

34: The Slap

-Alexis-
I'm crying, madder than I've ever been before. "How could you do that to me?!" I yell at my dad, chasing him out of my room and into the kitchen. "Alex that guy is trouble, the sooner you realize that the better!" He says with a sigh. "Your wrong! He loves me and I love him!" I defend. My dad scoffs, obviously hating that I'm standing up to him for once. He's always been a bit strict, but never this bad. "Wake up, Alex, he's using you. Probably for sex or something!" My dad yells, raising his arms.

"YOUR WRONG ABOUT HIM!" I yell once again. "He loves me! He helped me so much and all you do is make my life harder!" I add. "I'm trying to protect you! I gave you life, be great full instead of being a bitchy brat!" He makes it very clear how he feels. "So all you think of me is your property?! Well I'm not! Where's mom!?" A lot of yelling is happening tonight. He sighs, "I think she'll be home in a bit, she took your sister to her therapist. And Alex, I don't think you love that boy." He pauses, glancing my way.

"You don't get love from girls, so you have sex with that guy to cope. No feelings involved. At lease, that's how he feels about you. You think he loves you? He is using you for your body!" My dad tries to explain. "Gosh, you really are an idiot. He didn't even let me have sex with him, he made sure I was okay and didn't pressure me or push me to do anything! We didn't do anything until I was ready, no matter how much I knew he wanted to, he wouldn't. He. Loves. Me. Get that through your stupid head." I exclaim.

My dad slaps me across the face so suddenly that I didn't even know what was happening until I felt the pain. "OLIVER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" My mom screams, getting home at just the right time. I now have tears running down my face and my hand over my cheek where, there's no doubt a handprint. My sister rushes over to me, putting arms around me. "He's disrespectful! Talking shit like he knows anything that he's talking about! How dare he talk to me like that!?" My dad explains to my mom.

"That's my son! How dare you hit him. Alex, honey, come here." My mom opens her arms and I rush into them, sobbing. "Dad are you drunk?!" My sister exclaims, more of a question. "No! He has no right to speak to me like that!" My dad yells again, not helping his case. "Oliver leave for the night, I can't stand you right now." Mom demands. "Hell no! This is my house!" Dad yells. "You only paid half of it! Ugh, Alex, Mon, pack your things we're leaving for a few days." My mom hurries us up to our room.

"Like hell you are!" Dad yells. He explains that I'm dating Dk and how he has his concerns, which I hear all the way from my room. I so harder, packing clothes and a few other things I'll need. "You okay, did dad do that to your face?" Mon asks. "N-no bully did it. Dk he-helped though." I admit, closing my suit case. "But dad hit you? Your bleeding again." She wonders out loud. I bring my hand up to my face, then back down so I can see. There is in fact blood. "He opened ol-old wounds.

"Has he ever hit you before?" She asks. "N-no, first time." I shrug. "Here, I'll take your bag out." She offers, not giving me a chance to protest. While she's gone I decide I should tell Dk what's going on. I hit call, hesitating because I know he'll be worried. "Hey, baby!" He exclaims excitedly. "Deja vu." I think out loud. "I-I mean I don't want you to freak out, b-but something h-happen." I panic. "What happened, Ali?" He asks, in a serious tone. "Don't freak out... It's being taken care of." I sigh.

"My dad... H-hit me. Don't freak out! My mom saw and we're leaving for a few days. I just thought I should tell you but please don't do anything stupid it was one time and I'm really okay." I ramble. I don't hear anything but ruffling on the other end, and I begin to panic. "Say s-something!" I say. "I'm paying for a hotel for your mom, sister, you and I." He says, like it's nothing. "Dk!" I exclaim, loudly. "Baby, don't worry. I need to get out of here for a while and so do you, this way we can spend time together." He says, and I can hear the smile.

"Your so helpful, and caring and-well I could go on and on but the point is, I love you, thank you so much." I say with a sigh. "No prob! Tell your mom to meet at the hotel that's next to the store, yeah? See you there, love." He hangs up. I nod to myself, leaving my room and going past my dad out the front door, where my mom and sister are waiting in the car. "Dk said h-he'd pay for a hotel, the one b-by the sto-store." I say, getting in the back seat. My mom sighs probably thinking about declining, before she just gives in. "Sure, okay." Is all she says before driving.

We arive, the car silent the whole way. She parks and turns to me. "Your face, he didn't-" "No, like I t-told Mon, a bu-bully did they and Dk helped. D-dad just reopened my cut." I admit, shrugging. "And no, he's never done it before, I asked." Mon adds and I nod. With a sigh mom mumbles something about heading inside before getting out of the car. We get out and head straight inside, greated my none other than my boyfriend. He notices us and runs over, picking my up in his arms and basically suffocating me with a hug.

"Your alright?" He raises an eyebrow, I nod. "Hi Dakota, we've met but not as a boyfriend." Mom says with a small nod and Monica chuckles. "Yeah, Ali wasn't quite ready to tell people yet. Suppose the truth is out now." He says, shrugging. "Alex told you want happened, yeah?" Mon asks. "Uh, yeah. I'd have found out anyways though. I paid for three rooms, me and Ali are sharing, if you don't mind that is." I giggle at Dk's shyness. "That's fine. Me and you will talk soon." We exchange goodbyes and room keys, before me and Dk head to our room.