Leaving

“Rocky! Get your a*s up here now!” My dad yelled from upstairs.

“Yes dad.”

I walk upstairs slowly. When I’m at the top I look at him. In his eyes I see flames. The happiness I use to see in them when I was younger is gone now. He grabs my shirt and drags me to his room. I don’t do anything but let him. When we get to his room he throw me onto his bed and closes the door. I land on my stomach and hit my ribs which he bruised badly the last time he abused me. I try not to look like I’m in too much pain. He enjoys that. Sick b*****d.

“I’ve been thinking.” He says as he walks closer to me.

“About what?” I ask as I crawl away from him.

“You being a bad child.”

“But I’m never a bad child! You lie to mom and say I am when you know damn well that I’m not!”

“You want to talk back? Well that’s being a bad child. Once again I have to show you what happens when you are a bad child.” He takes his belt off quickly and before I can react he hits me in the stomach. Hard. But suddenly I feel strong. Stronger than I ever have before. He hits me in the stomach again but before he hits me yet again I grab the belt from him and throw it across the room. All my anger just builds up inside of me and I explode.

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you!” I scream. I then run past him and open the doors before he gets to me. I go to my room and I grab my backpack and walk out of my room.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He asks as he tries to block me.

“Leaving and you can’t stop me!” I kick him in the balls and push him out of the way. He gets up after a moment and laughs. “You have nowhere to go and when you come crawling back, get ready for hell”

I ignore him as I walk out our front doors. I walk out with pride. I will never walk into that house again. I don’t care if I die homeless. I would rather die out here in the streets then in that house.