I sat up, completely dizzy, and my head spinning like a top. I finally staggered to my feet trying to regain my balance, my legs feeling like jelly, ready to collapse at any moment. I stumbled to the mirror, horrified of what I might see. I had blood running down my chin, staining my shirt, and off the side of my neck. I looked down at the floor where I was seconds before and noticed a small pool of it beginning to dry. My lip was fat and swollen, and looked seriously disgusting.

I stumbled out to my room, and collapsed on my bed. I breathed in sharply, realizing this was a bad idea. I felt around my stomach not feeling anything broken, but that didn't mean shit. I planned to lay like this the rest of the night, since I couldn't move to begin with, only then remembering I had plans with my friend, Cassidy, that night. I moaned as I sat up, wondering how the hell I was gonna manuever getting how my bed, without putting myself in more pain. I managed to grab my phone from my bookshelf, where it was charging, and collapsed in my armchair. I dialed Cassidy's number and got impatient waiting for her to answer.

"Hello?" she answered distractedly.

"Hey," I said, pretty much sounding drunk and slurring my words.

She laughed. "Thanks for waiting for me, Case, sounds like you got going pretty early." She tried sounding annoyed, it never worked though. We could never stay mad at each other for to long. We'd been best friends since before we were born, since she was Jimmy's oldest child and daughter. He lucked out and had 4 daughters, with no help from their mother, she ran off just after the last one, Kylie, was born.

I rolled my eyes, moving my stomach a little to try and ease the excruciating pain. "No, I sound like this because of a fat lip. I fell and smashed my face off the door, and now I can barely talk, and I have a splitting headache." I hoped she believed this one, I was always coming up with excuses on why I can't go out, or why I hurt myself, dying to tell her the actual truth and get it off my chest.

"Right, babe. That was the excuse I heard two days ago, you should start coming up with something better. You're really just drunk," she said, sounding really annoyed for the first time. I rolled my eyes. "Cass, I'm not, just bounced my face off a door. I'm not leaving the house looking like Frankenstein, okay? I love you, but we gotta party another night." I said, really wanting to get off phone and crawl in my bed.

She sighed. "Okay, babe, go put ice on it, and go to bed. I love you too." she said before she hung up. I put my phone down in my lap, and gently kicked my legs up on my footrest, finally comfortable for the first time since getting up from the bathroom floor. I rested my head against the back of the chair and closed my eyes, when I heard snickering coming from the doorway. I opened one eye, and groaned at seeing my father standing there again.

"Here to inflict more damage tonight?" I asked, not daring to close my eyes again. I learned my lesson the first time, don't ever close your eyes around Synyster Gates, you'll be knocked backwards on your ass in an instant.

"No," he said, a devilish smirk sliding across his face. "Here to laugh at the damage I caused." He sounded giddy like a little boy who just got a brand new toy. "You look like a mad creation." He pointed at my lip and laughed even harder, tears starting to run down his face.

"Hilarious," I slurred. I attempted to stand up again, feeling like a pregnant woman. I put both my hands on the armrests and pushed myself up, I was about to lose my balance again when my dad walked over and extended his arm out to help me, I pushed away from him.

"Come on, Case, I put you in this mess, let me help," he said, grabbing my hand and helping me regain my balance. I closed my eyes for a split second, trying to stay steady, when I was punched in the stomach. I fell back in my chair, with tears running down my face, feeling pretty sure some ribs got broken this time. This time I didn't dare get back up, I knew I couldn't move, and I wasn't about to attempt to with my dad standing in front of me.

"Whoops," my dad said, with a slight shrug of his shoulders. The pain in my stomach was slowly getting worse, I could barely breathe, let alone move. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. The last thing I saw before I completely passed out was my dad leaving my room and laughing his ass off, then my whole world went black.

Notes

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