SCAR'S POV(continuation.) 

I reach the door to find it unlocked. 

So much for the wish that he isn't home yet.

Sucking in a deal breath, I look up at the heavens then said a quiet prayer.

It's be better if he's asleep. Maybe it will earn me some time to ready myself for the next beatings.

I slowly push the door open and silently head for the stairs, hoping to get to my room unnoticed. 

"Where have you been." I felt it before I saw it, barely dodging the bottle of whiskey he threw at me. 

My mother!!

He walks towards me, then yank a fistful of my hair yanking it roughly. 

"Tell me, where have you been...huh?" Not waiting for a reply, which was never coming, he threw a punch on my stomach. Pulling down on my hair so I am looking up with him.

I keep shut, knowing if I reply or not, it makes no different. 

"Oh, I see you slut, did you skip school to go see your boyfriend." He growled, then kicks me away, and I toppled over then made a loud crash on the ground. My ankle twists uncomfortably.

Still not satisfied. He walks over. Repeatedly kicking on my stomach.

Seeing he won't get any answers, he gives me once last kick then storms out of the room. 

To get more drunk I guess. 

Laying still for some seconds to regain my strength, i drag my weak body to the store room, which has serve as my room since mom left me with the empty shell of my father. 

I lie on my bed, today's events running through my mind. 

Over and over again.

No I won't cry, not now not ever.

When there is light, there is Darkness.

And when there is Darkness, there is light.

I just have to wait for that light.

Just a little bit more.

I console myself till I drift to sleep. 

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"Wake up bitch." A voice says accompanied by a sharp pain in my head, where he's boots have landed. 

"Were you trying to starve me?" He scoffs as he drags me out of my bed with my hair and push me out of the room. 

"I need food, so go make it." He commands, his breath smelling badly of alcohol. 

I sluggishly push myself to the kitchen, and in matter of minutes whip up a soup. 

Since we live in poverty, it's the same food, all the time.

I pack the soup and bread into a tray then head for his room. 

My hands moves to the nob, but halts midway at the sound of a familiar and not so familiar voice.

"are you sure?" The voice says, and from the way it sounds, I can easily guess its a phone call. 

"Yes, she's turning eighteen very soon, and doesn't knows anything about us." Dad replies. 

'US'?

As in. Who?

"OK then, see you soon." That voice said again

I was going to wait for seconds before going in, but then the door jerks open. 

"You can come in now." Dad say's, an ugly smirk etched on his lips. 

My heart drop, stomach heavy with fear.

He caught me.

I hope he is not mad. Please don't be mad.

"Put the tray on the table." He orders referring to the one near his bed. 

I slowly walk to the table, my heart beating violently as I drop the tray of food on the table. 

Turning around, I frown at the sudden closeness between us, moving back a little while he took one forward.

What is he doing?!!

"Since you find it fun to eavesdrop, am sure you will find this fun too." He struggled with his belt, then kicks of his trouser.

"You will be going away soon anyway, so let's just have a little fun." 

My blood pumps faster as he climbs on top of me then tears off my worn out T-shirt, before tearing off my skirt. 

He gives me a sick smile as he pins my hands over my head. 

No, this can't happen. Anything but this. 

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