Maybe Tomorrow (completed)

Chapter five

FourPOV

I quickly run in the door.
My "Dad" will be coming home soon.

I'm lucky I got Tris out of the house before he got here.

I hope she isn't offended.
I grab my phone out of my pocket as I head to my room upstairs.

Hey, I hope your not upset about me kinda pushing you out of the house, I really don't want you hurt -Me

It's okay. Thank you, for listening to me -Tris

You're welcome -Four

She doesn't reply back.
I put my phone down on my dresser, then sit patiently on my bed for the bastard to come home.

About five minutes later, I hear a car door slam.

Oh boy.
Here we go.

The door is opened so harshly, you can hear the wind rush all the way up here.
Heavy footsteps stomp across the floor, and the door slams shut.

My body tenses when I hear the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

My door flys open.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yells at me, his face full of fury.

"What do you mean? 'What the hell am I doing'?" I say as calm as I
can.

"Who was that girl?" He spits at me.

Shit. I forgot about the security cameras.

"She is just a friend." I say.

He starts to unbuckle his belt, and slips it out of the loops of his baggy jeans.

"What did I tell you about bringing strangers into this house?!" He yells at me.

"She isn't a stranger!" I snap at him, standing on my feet now.

My rage is getting to its peek.

"Well guess what, if I don't know her, than she is a fucking stranger!"

"The only girls you know are the ones you sexually abuse!" I scream at home.

This sets him off.

He swings his belt at me, hitting my side.

I groan loudly in pain.

He hits me again, but this time, the leather collides with my back.

"Why are you doing this?" I say, slumping back on the bed.

The pain is spreading all through my body.

He swings again, hitting the back of my head, the metal hurts worse than the leather.

I yell in pain.

He hits me one more time in the leg.