The Only One I Need Is You

"Ryn...?" he asked quietly. I had the stupidest idea.
"You are hallucinating. This is your dream. Not reality."
He slammed the door into the wall and a loud bang, making me jump. That was gonna leave a mark. "Don't fucking lie to me!" he screamed.
I was, for once, speechless. My dad had never yelled at me. Not once.
"I...," I started. He looked pissed. Overly pissed. Why was he so mad? He used to cut, too! He might still even cut.
"Why the HELL would you EVER think of cutting?" he said, outraged. He knocked the towel out of my hands and grabbed my wrist, stinging the open cuts mixed with blood and slight water. I cringed.
"Ryn, you're mother would be disappointed in you. I know I am! You were supposed to be perfect! Instead you're a disgrace... a disappointment." The tears in my eyes started when he mentioned my mother. Even though the alcohol was plain on his breath, I was too upset to see it. He gave my wrist one last jerk and pushed me towards my room.
My wrist felt like it was about to fall off. He practically threw me into my room and looked at me, and with a serious tone he looked me in the eyes and said," Just go kill yourself. No one likes you anyways," and walked off.
I was practically choking on my sobs. Was this a dream? I pinched myself. No... not a dream. This can't be reality. Something felt wrong to me. I packed a set of clothes and headed out to Jaime's house. Jaime was always understanding. Not that everyone else wasn't. It's just... Jaime feels like an extra dad to me.
I didn't even bother knocking, he'd be wasted and asleep. It was a Friday night last night. I closed the door and actually locked it this time, turning and going to the living to throw my stuff on the couch. I went to the bathroom and washed up and looked at my phone for the time. 5:06 AM.
I fell asleep on the couch and slept until noon, when I was awoken by the doorbell ringing.
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