Why Do You Torture Me So?

Sleep soon evaded me for the nightmares that haunted me every single night. My eyes flew open as I hit my head off the top of the bunk. Ugh I should have never left. I should have stayed and kept them alive. Alice, You're a horrible girl. I always had the same dream about my past. I hated it a lot and it was terrible. Oh well.

I crawled over the body next to me, trying to get up and out. I managed to get up outta the bunk and began walking to the front room when I tripped and fell. Apparently falling over some bullshit in the bunk hallway was really funny to the guys because I looked like a cat stretching out in the sunlight.

"Alice, do you know how stupid you look?" Jaime asked howling like a dog. I glared at him as I got to my feet then threw the bottles and shirts that I tripped over at them. Tony and Vic followed with the laughing even though Vic looked really worried when the one bottle hit off the back wood and hit him on the head.

"What Time is it?" I asked pulled on my black and grey checkered vans that lay by the counter.

"It's 4;30. Why?" Vic asked as my eyes widened in fear. I was late. He was going to kill me. I grabbed my bag from the chair and bolted out the door as fast as I could.

"Hey! Wait up!" Tony called following me. I didn't slow down as I continued down the street and turned the ave. Oh please don't let him be there. I ran past the old water building, quickly turning my head to see Tony's tan form turning the corner as I slowed down to a walk.

I walked up my sidewalk and opened the left door on the double house. My parents first bought it when I was 7 but they rented it out when we lived in San Diego. They removed into it after my 17th birthday. I stayed in the house with them even though I was never wanted. I payed part of the mortgage so I could stay while I studied and worked and saved up to move again.

"I'm back dad! Long day at the office sorry." I called from the living room as I took my shoes off and heard my dad call.

"Get your fucking ass in here Slut!" He called and I made my way into the kitchen as was bombarded with the smell of alcohol that made me sick. He never drank this much and the hunting knife in his hand scared me.

"Hi dad. Sorry I'm late. I was-" I was cut off as he stood up.

"Don't talk you whore. I know you weren't at work. You got off early today! Don't lie to me you whore!" He yelled slapping me. I knew I shouldn't have lied. But I was scarred. He frightened me.

"I'm sorry." I said as he pushed me to the ground then straddled me. He began to hit me over and over again; I let out moans of pain as he stood up and began to kick me over and over.He lifted up my head over and over, slamming it onto the wooden floor below me. It was old wood and was coming apart but it didn't have carpet on it like the rest of the dining room.

"You stupid fucking whore! It should be you dead! Not her!" He yelled and kicked me in the head. I let out a groan and winced as he stepped on my wrist and I could feel it break. My father was never a small guy. He was really tall and fat.

"Get the fuck outta my house! Now!" He screamed picking me up by the collar and shoving me. My back hit against my mother's china cabinet

I heard the doorbell ring its annoying ring as my dad stumbled up the steps and I opened the door not caring about my appearance. I opened the door to reveal a freaked out Tony.I think he was going to cry from what I think he heard but I didn't want to relive that.

"Alice? Are you okay?" I heard Tony ask and I nodded. I knew I probably wasn't but whatever right now. My dad was upstairs and I was downstairs away from him. He probably had passed out on his bed by now.

"Why don't I believe you dude?" He asked and I shrugged. "I heard the yelling." He whispered and I grabbed his hand and pulled him in. I hugged him tightly then let go not wanting to say anything. Tears burned behind my eyelids and my lip quivered.

"I'm sorry Tony. I don't have anywhere to go. Can I stay with you and the guys just for a little bit?" I asked and he nodded.

"Of course. Lets get some clothes for you quick and well go back to the bus." He said and began walking up the steps. I followed him quietly and opened the door to my room, not caring about the clothes I shoved into my bag. I picked up the bear my parents gave me when I was really little and held it close before putting it into my bag.

"Let's go"

Notes

So hello! How are you?
Do you like it? I know it was a bit rushed. I just got a computer for 15 minutes and I wanted to type it quick.
Question time! Do you guys like fuenciado?
xoxo
Abby