Years later...

I brought the last box up to my new room. This was our 3rd time moving since mom died, and I wasn't liking it.

Now, to introduce myself: I'm Storm, and my mother died in a car crash a few years ago. Ever since then, my dad turned to alcohol, and started getting abusive. 

In the beginning it was just a few slaps, a few harsh words or two. But now, he punches and kicks me in the morning and night. I know the accident was my fault, but my dad is supposed to be...well...my dad. 

But he isn't. And I hate that. I also love the guitar, but my dad would literally kill me if I played. I had a best friend and a boyfriend who I loved dearly, and then something happened. 

But that's a story for another time. I also have one person who is always there for me, Brendan was. Although he lives two states away, we're still super close.

I was starting my first day of school tomorrow, as a senior. Once I finish school, I'll finally be able to get away from here.

"Storm! Get down here NOW and make me dinner or else you know what I'll do!," my dad screams from the kitchen.

As soon as I get downstairs, I'm greeted with a punch to the gut. I guess he's been drinking.

It's going to be a longggg night.

~•~

After dinner and my nightly beating, I crawl to my bathroom, taking a cold shower to ease the pain. I limp into bed, set my alarm, and fall asleep. Hopefully without any nightmares about the one person who truly broke my trust.

Nathan.

I know this chapter was short....

sorry!

:)