I was writing in my diary when I heard my dads footsteps in the halls. It's only 9:30 wasn't he supposed to be out until midnight.
I quickly turned off my light and ran to my bed. I hope he doesn't know I'm awake past bedtime.
Suddenly my door swung open and my dad stepped in looking at me like he wanted to rip me in half.
"I though I told you to be asleep by 8!" He yelled and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me out of bed and pulling me to the living room.
"I'm sorry dad, I lost track of time." Tears were falling down my cheeks as the pain of being dragged by my hair was the worst thing that could happen tonight, even though I knew much worse was heading my way.
"Shut up you stupid, bitch!" He screamed even louder and threw me in front of my passed out mother. She had a bottle of whiskey in her hand. "I don't want to her your pathetic excuses."
"Dad please..." I was sobbing and trying to crawl my way to the front door. But he got to me before I could grab the handle.
He wrapped his hand around my throat, he squeezed and my breath was lost. I started scratching at his hand but it didn't work. I went to his face but he swatted my hand away. Nothing worked, I was trapped in his death grip.
I felt dizzy as his hand tightened around my throat. My eyes watered and I felt myself being pulled into unconsciousness. And only then did my dad let go.
I dropped to the ground and gasped for breath, feeling air flood into my lungs.
"I fucking hate you!" I screamed at him as he began to walk away.
"I was only going to let off easy tonight, but I guess plan change." He said and turned back to me, his eyes looked as if they were on fire.
I quickly scrambled to hide behind a chair but he was faster. He grabbed my arm and twisted, sending me to my knees.
"You don't disrespect me, bitch. I own this house so you follow my rules. Go to bed at eight and don't talk back." He said and the full force of his foot came down on my leg.
I heard a huge crack and felt a scorching pain in my left leg. He let go of my arm and I fell to the floor. I cried and held myself on the floor.
This whole time my mother had been on the couch passed out drunk. She didn't even wake up when I screamed in agony.
I hated my mom, I hated my dad and I hated this life. I wish I could leave and never come back.
Little did I know that wish would soon come true, but not in the way I wanted.