The Babysitter

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I took a deep breath and unlocked the door to my house. The lights were off and I mentally sighed in relief. I quietly shuffled in and pushed the door shut.

"Where have you been?"

I didn't even have to turn around to know my father was probably standing there looking pissed. I let my head fall on the door with a thud, not turning to face him.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

"What'd you say to me, boy?" He spat.

"Nothing," I rolled my eyes, before turning around. I was going to walk right past him, but he shot his hand out and gripped my bicep tight enough for me to wince.

"I said," he yanked me back causing me to drop my bag, "Where were you?"

"Since when do you care?" I spat. I gritted my teeth under his glare. He reeked of alcohol and his short, curly hair looked like a greasy mop on his head.

"Как вы думаете, что вы говорите?"

My breath hitched and my eyes widened. I'm so fucked. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?

When I didn't answer, he growled angrily and slung me to the floor. I growled lowly in pain as my forehead smacked the tile floor.

"Answer me, boy," he seethed above me.

I snarled and slowly picked myself up off the floor on my hands and knees. I felt so angry. Nothing is ever good enough for him. I'm always doing something wrong.

"I hate you," he mumbled, lifting my head up from the floor to look at the six foot six man I call my father.

He snarled and swung his fist back down towards me. I tried to duck it, but my head was spinning from hitting the floor. His fist came in contact with my jaw followed by a hard kick to my stomach.

It knocked the wind out of me and I started seeing stars. My head was knocked back to the tile floor and I groaned. The coldness from the tile was the only thing reminding me this was all real.

My ribs felt broken and I knew there was going to an ugly bruise. The previous pain from my football game on magnified the pain.

"I-I was a-at a footba-ball ga-game," I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Did I tell you that you could go?!" He shouted. I closed my eyes to shut out some of the light that began giving me a headache.

"I-I'm on the team. Re-member?" I whispered. I couldn't see him, but I'm sure he still had that nasty snarl on his face.

He probably didn't remember. He always forgot. I'm surprised the alcohol left enough brain cells for him to walk.

"Pfft, homos don't play sports," he grumbled.

"Yeah, well. This one does," I replied confidently. He growled and I immediately curled up. He delivered a few more angry kicks before spitting on me.

"Good for nothing son and forever missing daughter. Your mother didn't even want you," he mumbled.

I waited until I heard his footsteps trail of down the hallway before even trying to move. I need to get out of here and quick. I refuse to stay here another night.

When I finally gained a bit of strength, I pulled myself up on my hands and knees. I paused for a breather because my chest was killing me. I hesitantly reached out for my gym bag, which should have my phone, wallet and some spare clothes.

I heard slamming from the other room and I knew I needed to get out before he comes back to use me as a punching bag. I pulled my car keys from my pocket and limped over to the door.

The only thing running through my head as I got outside in my car was 'Don't look back'. He may be abusive, but he's still my father, and it hurts to know that he doesn't support me.

Of course, the storm clouds had rolled in completely now, dropping little tears of rain down on my bruised body. It was fairly humid today and I was hoping the rain would hold off a little while longer, but no. Not with my luck.

I threw my things in the back and drove away from my house. That's when the tears started to run down my face silently. I couldn't hold them back anymore.

I was angry.

Angry and sad and misunderstood.

It hurt. It hurt mentally and physically. I felt completely drained from all of today's events. To top it all off, I had no where to go.

I could always meet up with my sister at her friend, Amber's, house. Amber's mom knows about our situation and used to let us stay over their house a lot when we were younger.

No, I couldn't do that.

I considered sleeping in my car for a while until I ended up in a familiar neighborhood. I checked the time, 11:34 PM, before sighing.

It's worth a shot.

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HEY! Long time, no see!

sad chappie?

Ily guys, bye!