Sitting on my bed I sigh heavily wiping the fingernail polish off of my nails. I look up at the wall in front of my bed to see the big picture that dad and I had made at the last tour he had. Tears fell from my eyes as I got up walking over to my window to see dad walking the bitch back to her house. She smiles at him as he leans in and pecks her lips.

He turns around and walks back to the house as she stands there before looking dead at me. A sinister smirk appears on her lips as she walks away and goes into her house. I glare at her house as I turn around and go back to my bed. Few minutes later dad walked into my room as I rolled my eyes pushing my stuff aside and moving over to the bedside and laying down.

Turning my back towards him I just lay there tears free falling from my eyes. I sniffle a little as I hear him clear his throat, “Sorry—“ He stops and sighs.

I just ignore him as I hear him huff, “Zoe I am sorry. But you don’t need to lie to me, especially when you do something.” He snaps.

I push my blanket off of me getting out of the bed and going over to him, “If I had of hit that bitch. She wouldn’t be walking. And another thing how the fuck would I have a huge black eye if I had hit them?” I scream at him.

“Don’t fucking scream at me!” Dad yells back at me.

He growls coming right at me and glaring, “You lied to me, and that’s all you’ve been doing lately.” He goes over to my window seat and rips the seat apart pulling out something that was in a baggie. “Drugs, really?” He shouts coming over and waving the baggie in my face.

“Sure that isn’t your drugs, there pops?” I snarl out. “I’ve never done drugs and I don’t plan on doing fucking drugs. So why the fuck are you planting shit in here for?” I scream raising my hand and shoving him away from me as I turn around to go back to my bed.

“Zoe why the fuck would I plant shit in your room?” He snaps following me.

“For simple reasons, to get rid of me. So you can go fuck that bitch that moved in beside of us.” I say going to sit on my bed as he grabs me.

By this point he had dropped the baggie and had both hands on my shoulders glaring down at me, “You’re—“ I whisper as he grips tighter.

“Listen here, either you shape up or I am going to take and ship your ass off to a Military school.” Dad snarls out at me, “Pearl was right, you are nothing but trouble.” He says glaring.

I could feel the tears slipping down my face as I cleared my throat, “I’m sorry you think that. Maybe I should just end my life and make you happy.” I whisper looking away from him.

He growls louder than before as he lets me go and raises his hand letting it rip into my face. I felt the pop and the stinging taking over. The tears began flowing harder from my eyes as I grabbed a jacket and my phone. I ran out of my room ignoring his yells. Jogging down the stairs I ran out of the house and began running down the street. I continued running till I hit Katie and Brian’s house. Running up to their front door I could hear them around back in their pool.

I take off running around back as I hit their pool side, “Zoe.” Katie says getting out of the pool and running over to me with Brian trailing right behind her.

“What happened mini me?” Brian asks squatting down and examining my cheek.

I clear my throat while wiping my eyes, “Dad.” I whisper.

“What did your dad do?” Katie asks pulling me close to her hugging me tightly.

“He tried to accuse me of doing drugs, and then he just hauled off and smacked me.” I begin crying as I lean over crying into Katie’s shoulder.

“Oh god, Bri.” She whispers looking over at Brian.

I continue crying harder as I feel my body being shifted into someone’s arms. I sense it’s Brian as he carries me into the house, “Call Gena Katie, I am going to take her up to the guest room and get her calmed.” Brian says.

“Alright babe, I’ll be right up when I get Gena.” Katie says to Brian dialing on her house phone.

I clinch tighter to Brian as he rubs my back, “Don’t worry Zoe, we won’t let your dad touch you again.” He sooths.

At the sound of his voice I feel safe, as I let my eyes fall shut. I was tired. Hurt by my father’s actions. Terrified he’d come and get me and do worse. I let the blackness take over as I gave in.