I'll keep you a secret, until tomorrow

I stayed off grid a couple of days. I didn’t want to go back to school with fresh bruises. After I got home, I was suddenly thrown into a wall. My dad did not like the fact that I didn’t come home til three days later. I honestly wished I was dead. Beaten and raped was all I knew; it was all of what I expected to be.

Em, are you okay? –Z

Em, where are you at? –Z

Did I do something? –Z

Please talk to me! –Z

Emmy, call me now! –J

I’m not fucking playin Emmy! –J

I’m coming over damnit! –J

I sent a reply text to both of them, I’m fine, just want to be alone. –E. I curled up in the corner of my room and cried my eyes out. Why couldn’t my dad just love me? What did I do to him to deserve what he does to me?

Thought and thoughts ran through my mind, I got up and grabbed my guitar and slung it across the room, breaking the neck off. I cried out in frustration, ignoring the calls and messages were coming on my phone.

I walked to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. If there was anything in this world that I hated, it was the reflection I was looking at. I growled and punched the mirror in front of me. It shattered, cutting my knuckles in the process. I tore away from the bathroom and stormed back into my room.

I heard the door slam downstairs, knowing it was my daddy. I heard him yell out to me to come downstairs. I closed my eyes tightly together and breathed heavily. I walked to my door and slung it open, grabbing the bat that was by my door. I walked into the hall and down the stairs to the living room.

“Why the fuck didn’t you go to school today?” He asked, anger showing in his eyes.

“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but I am fucking battered! You are a piece of shit father that I honestly wish was dead! I fucking hate you!” I yelled to him, hiding the bat behind my back.

He let out a chortled laugh and walked over to me, slapping me hard on my cheek. I placed my hand on the sting and looked up at him. “You are the worst daughter I’ve ever had! I wish you were dead! And I think, I will kill you, you stupid bitch!”

“Try me.” I gritted out, swinging the bat, making connection with his head. He fell on the floor, knocked out. I held the bat up and continued hitting him, until I saw blood seeping out of his head.

I grabbed the house phone and called 911, “911, what’s your emergency?”

“I’ve been abused by my father, and I think I killed him.” I whispered, hanging up the phone. I walked up to my room and grabbed my cell phone calling Jamie.

“Babe, where are you?” She asked.

“I’m home. I need you and Mr. Baker to come here, please.” I begged, then hung up the phone.

Tears fell out my eyes as I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out ‘Old Faithful’. Old Faithful was my razor, at one time, it was my only friend. I looked at it, remembering the memories that we had together.

I walked down the stairs slowly, until I heard sirens outside. I took the blade to my wrists, cutting upstream, letting the blood fall freely out of my arms. I sat on the couch, as the cops busted in my house, guns ready.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, as I saw Zack and Jamie run through the door. I sat there, feeling everything fall from my body. My life was over, it was my time to go. I could feel the end nearing. Jamie wrapped her arms around me; I slowly drifted away into blackness.

Notes

sorry for the wait, guys. Chapters need to be written for this chapter. I only have one more that's already written. I'll work on that as soon as possible. Thanks for the support. Hope you enjoy.