Chapter Nine: The Sound Of Battle.

My father didn’t give up his attempts to break into the bedroom for what felt like a lifetime, all I could do was lay on my floor weeping at not only the physical pain that has been inflicted upon me, but the emotional. My father had done some awful things and has said even worse, but he has never inflicted this much pain onto me. I may have gotten the odd hit or punch, but never that far!

The crashing on my door soon comes to an end where the front door slamming closed soon followed, I sit up a little staring at my door unknowing if this was some kind of trap or my father had left the house. I knew the glass remaining in my skin was only causing me more harm than if I were to take it out, but everything that I would need to help me is in the bathroom! But what if my father has only stepped out for a moment and will return to find me in the bathroom?! Perhaps I could block the front door with something until I’m done, I know that may make him angrier but, in this moment, the pain was