Escape from breaking

Chapter 3

The car window was then rolled down. I could not see who was inside clearly because of my blurry vision caused by the harsh rain. When my vision finally adjusted and I discovered Lila inside the car. I saw red as anger seeped through my veins. The fire inside me arose.

That f*****g titless shitfaced barbie. How dare she. I felt like sticking a gun up her ass and pulling the trigger.

"Hey, freak. Can't you even afford a car or a bus in this bad weather? And also let me tell you what I wanted to say because I don't want to be in the same space as you.

Stay away from Andy.

He does not want to be with some weak shameless b***h like you.

If you don't, I will personally smash your face into the ground, break your skull and smear your blood all over your body." She threatened.

So all this was about Andy? How did I even end up here? It's my first time getting close to someone like Andy to the extent of him discovering something is going on with me.

Even Max and Jake do not know anything about me. They will be disgusted and not want to be friends with me.

I don't want them to get hurt by Dave because of me. So I can't get close to Andy even if I want to. He will get hurt.

I am on Lila's wrong side. I know this is a fight I am not going to win. I am weak and poor.

She has the power to make me suffer, but I don't.

I am not even planning to get close to Andy, but I won't tell this b***h.

She closed her car window with a satisfied smirk and sped off, leaving me thinking about her threat. She is capable of doing what she just said.

And she is also suitable. Andy does not deserve to get close to someone who is weak like me but He should be with someone beautiful with flawless skin like Lila.

I just deflated and made my way home. I am already broken, and she can't hurt me more than I am.

My walk home seemed longer than usual. The pain on my body plus Lilas's encounter, in addition to the harsh rain and wind, equaled me getting home late.

Finally, I thought as I was finally at the lawn. My feet had died from walking and had died again because the first death was not good enough.

I twisted the doorknob, and it turned.

This only meant one thing

Dave was already home.

He is going to kill me today.

I thought, wringing my hands, not wanting to push the door.

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Oh my God, I am having heart palpitations. I was going to have a panic attack now. I felt lightheaded, and I couldn't breathe.

I clutched my hood tighter on my chest as I tried to get air into my lungs. My breathing slowed after what seemed like hours but was barely less than two minutes, and I could get oxygen into my lungs.

I opened the door slowly and saw no one in the living room. This made me rejoice. I entered the house, welcoming warmth.

I tiptoed through the living room to the attic. That is the room beside the basement, which is my room. It is smaller, with a small bed, a thin mattress, and a blanket.

I know it sounds like not so decent room, but it's my room. It gets cold inside there most nights, but it's the only place I can sleep. It's the only safe place in this house.

It's where I run to when Dave is in the mood to kill me, so I love the room. I unwrapped the bandage on my ribs and placed ice on it for some time before wrapping it and putting on another dry oversized hoodie and pants.

I then decided to head to the kitchen and prepare a meal quickly before Dave got mad at me.

The moment I stepped out of the attic, I met with Dave. I turned around and dashed back inside, but before I slammed the door shut, it was blocked by a foot.

I panicked when I realized he would beat the crap out of me. Today my body could not take any much more beating.

My palms turned sweaty as I tried to find a place to hide. The bathroom was too far. He could get me before I reached there. My bed was too small. I could not fit under the bed like when I was young; I had no time to jump through the window.

"April, open the damn door." he slurred, and I knew s**t could not get much better. Today was my day to die, and no one could save me. So I tried to protect myself.

I did the only thing one could do in this situation.

I picked up my heeled shoe on the floor to use it as a weapon if he wanted to hurt me. That was his cue to push the door open, and he stumbled in.

"why is there no food in the kitchen?"

He never knew I had already enrolled for my degree, and I wanted to keep it that way.

So my head decided to go blank and not give me any excuse to say, and my throat also went dry—the stupid brain.

"I.." A powerful punch landed on the side of my head before Words could come out of my mouth.

"I never want to hear your filthy voice."

Fight back. My brain reminded me that I had a weapon in my hand.

I shot a glance at it, but before I could hit Dave, he already knew my move. His fist landed on my jaw, and I felt a sharp pain in my head. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me towards the basement.

I guess this will not end because being taken to the dark basement meant he did not have enough space to hit me inside my room.

Black dots started appearing in my vision. Another punch landed on my stomach as soon as I reached the basement. Hit after hit was delivered on my stomach and ribs, but I could not even produce a sound or show him the emotion he wanted to see. My pain will give him satisfaction.

Irritation and disgust were evident in his eyes. I coughed up blood as he kicked my stomach, but he could not stop—such a monster.

I wondered when all his attacks would stop when I finally felt it. A wave of fatigue washed over me. I felt his arms leave my body as I fall to the ground. My eyelids slowly shut as I succumbed to darkness.