Into the Darkness

Angel POV

Angel POV

I was still on the floor of the shower and finally got up from the floor to get out because the hot water started to run out. I struggled to get up from the floor and had to hold on to the shower bar to pull myself up. Finally finding the strength to hold myself up I turned off the water and grabbed the towel to dry myself off and I looked out the restroom door to listen to see if Emiliano is still in the house or not. After hearing nothing I made my way to our bedroom and locked the door and began to get dressed. I grunted in pain to put on some loose sweatpants and a lose shirt. Looking at the mirror again and not seeing my long hair I started to cry again, and I figured at least he can’t pull my hair anymore and that was the one thing that he loved was my hair.  So, I took something that he loved and that got me to stop crying. I looked for a bandana to put on my head to cover up my f*****g hack job and there was nothing that I could do for my face. I applied some ointment to my cuts and took some pills for the pain. I needed to come up with a plan to either kill them are try and get away first. I knew better then to call the cops because they don’t give a s**t anyways. I learned the hard way then to contact them for help. I tried that back then when I was a freshman in high school because my teacher saw bruises and cuts on my arms, and she talked to the school counselor and principal. They called the police and they came to my home and talked with my parents and they played the perfect f*****g parents and they told the child services that I am suicidal and I self-harm myself. They believed them and I was so f*****g angry and I felt betrayed. After child services left with the police my dad beat me later that night and I was pulled out of school. They had me home schooled for the rest of the year.

I laid down to take a nap and I could hear banging on the door and all of a sudden there was a loud crash and I sat up in pain and looked at the door and there stood Emiliano and he was yelling at me that why did I have the door locked. I laid back down and I just didn’t have the energy to deal with him at that moment. He came to my side of the bed and I could feel him to try and grab my hair and I started to laugh like a f*****g lunatic and he walked away and flipped the lights on and looked at me and said what the f**k happened to my f*****g hair and I told him that its gone so now he has nothing to grab anymore! He came over to me and grabbed my chin hard in his hands and started yelling at me and telling me who told me that I can cut my hair. I told him that I don’t need anyone’s permission to do what the f**k I want to my hair. I told him that he is not my f*****g dad and he has no right to tell me what the f**k to do. I lost all my sanity and told him what the f**k I was feeling inside of me. I told him that he is no different then what my dad was and that he was much worse than that f*****g sperm donor.

Emiliano let go of my face and he went and tore the tv cord off the wall and he came back around my side and he started to whip me all over my body. I don’t know how long he did this, but I could feel stinging all over my body and I’m sure that I was bleeding again. I lost consciousness because I couldn’t take it anymore. I was used to the beatings and I refused to cry or even make a sound anymore. I know that I was provoking that motherfucker, but I am so f*****g stubborn, and I don’t know when to keep my mouth shut. I needed to leave; I couldn’t stay here any longer. I need to plan how to get him back and there was no way in hell that I could try and kill him in the condition that I was in.