*trigger warning⚠️ *

Emory's POV

I hate detention with a passion but it's the only place I can be free of worry. I was asleep when I was woken up by a teacher.

"Your times done"

I looked up at her and rubbed my eyes. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out the door.

I got on my bike and rode away. The cool wind felt nice on my skin. I took a big breath of air and released it peacefully. Not to long after as if on cue it began to rain. I put on my hood and hurried my way home.

I quietly opened the door to my house trying not to alert my father. I tip toed upstairs and into my room. I locked the door and set my bag down.

I sat on my bed when suddenly there was a loud banging on my door.

"Emory open the door!" My father yelled

I felt my blood begin to boil. I didn't want to do this today..not again.

"Emory open the fucking door!"

I grabbed my phone and shoved it into my pocket and stood up. I unlocked the door and went to turn the knob but it flew open before I grabbed the knob.

"What'd I tell you about locking your door?"

I looked down at the ground waiting for him to hit me.

"Answer me you bitch" he got closer to my face

I could feel his breath on my cheek. I trembled.

"Y-you said don't lock your d-"

He threw his hand back and onto my face. I felt the stinging pain on my cheek. I cried out in pain and he laughed at me.

"That's what happens when you don't listen!"

He shoved me onto the ground and I covered my face with my arms and curled up into a ball.

"Get up.." he whispered

I didn't dare move.

"Get the fuck up!" He grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me out into the hallway.

I pleaded for him to let me go. He tightened his grasp on my wrist and I gasped in pain. He dragged me down the stairs and into the kitchen. He threw me down and grabbed a chunk of my hair.

"When I come back I expect to see this place spotless. Don't forget about my food either you piece of shit."

He let go of my hair and walked away. He slammed his bedroom door and I stayed on the ground. I sobbed quietly as I curled back up into a ball. It was times like these when I wished I wasn't so alone. I wished my mom hadn't left. I wished everything was different. I slowly stood up and began to clean up the kitchen. I was shaking endlessly and I tried to calm down but I couldn't.