“Dad,” you groan, right before you vomit.
He just laughs his cruel, hard, sickening laugh, and gives you a blow to the head.
You just cry more, as your vision gets fuzzier and fuzzier, and you’re out.
*********
When you wake up, your house is empty… Or so you think.
You remember you’re going to the Dingo with your boyfriend Ponyboy tonight, so you had to get ready.
You walk from the living room, to the kitchen to get to your room, but your dad stops you in the kitchen.
“You little bitch,” he said, his bloodshot eyes wide.
“Daddy… Don’t. Please don’t,” you beg as you back up out of the room.
He walks toward you, grinning like a maniac.
And finally, the punch you had been waiting for comes.
You fall to the ground, clutching your cheek.
Your dad was about to deliver another hit, when the door swung open.
Your boyfriend stood there, wide eyed and shocked at the scene before him.
“Get out.” He tells your dad.
“Make me. This is my house.” Your dads focus moves from you to him.
Ponyboy pulls a switchblade out. “If you fucking touch her again, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you.”
Your dad starts to slowly back up, realizing how serious Ponyboy was.
He left out the backdoor.
Ponyboy immediately drops to your side. “(y/n), baby, are you ok? Oh god… You’re really hurt. Did he do anything thing else?” He asked, eyes full of rage and fear.
You lift up your shirt to show the large, purple bruises on your stomach.
Ponyboy’s eyes start to water.
“If he ever touches you again, I swear…”
*******
Yet again reminding me of the boy I like…
How he said one day that if anyone hurt someone he loved he would kill them.. Honestly he would kill them
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are you looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minute please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.
