STUTTER

CHAPTER SEVEN

Skylar POV

A few days into the break, my "father "somehow found my scholarship letter. He got angry and beat me while shouting. I don't remember exactly what he said but it was something along the lines of me going to get richer guys to whore around with. He had beaten me hard but he had done worse than this before soo....... Anyway, I had a broken leg and some bruises on my hands. I covered up the bruises with a sweatshirt. Thankfully, the only uniform we had to wear at the cafe was an apron with the cafe's name on it.
I was very happy when I was asked to work  in the kitchen alone today. I was in the middle of making batter for cupcakes when Maria came into the kitchen. There is a hot man outside she exclaimed. I looked at her in confusion waiting for an explanation. Well, I need you to sign  she finally explained and I nodded before walking Well limping out of the kitchen. I saw a familiar mob of curly ebony hair. When I went closer, I realised it was Octavian. Hi, what would you like?Black coffee and chocolate muffins. Anything else?no thankyou he replied. Just when I was about to walk away, he signed  what happened to your leg?I tripped I lied smoothly. Well,OK I hope you get better soon .Thanks I signed and limped away. My shift was soon over and I decided to go to the park again. I was almost there when I received a text from my father. The text read,Come back now and stop whoring around. I sighed but quickly made my way home since I was trying to avoid any more beatings. Unfortunately he was home and drunk. He held my hair and brought my face closer to his.I  could feel myself losing my breath due to the strong smell of alcohol he had on him. I tried to get away but his grip on my hair tightened. My breath started coming out in pants . Eventually he threw on the floor. I tried to grab my inhaler from my purse but he kicked it away and stepped on my hands. I cried out in pain but continued crawling to my purse. He walked out and I immediately took my inhaler and took big puffs from it. Finally  I calmed down and went to prepare dinner. Unfortunately, he had left ingredients enough to cook for a person alone. I had not eaten anything since the mac n cheese I ate the last time. After I prepared the meal,I  went upstairs to my room and just thought about life When he came home , he ate and left to probably consume more alcohol. Tommy is mom's death anniversary. Usually, he comes home very drunk,says harsh words to me and beats me up like there is no tomorrow. I am usually left with at least some broken ribs,black eyes, broken wrists , a bleeding back,etc