Tell Me A Lie

~ Capri's POV ~

I ran upstairs and slammed the door locking it as fast as I could. It had happened again. He hit me. I ran to the mirror and jumped at the sight of my face. The top of my eye brow was cut, and the right side of my face was beginning to bruise.

"Dammit" I muttered, more tears coating my cheeks as I heard the front door slam closed.

I fumbled through my bag looking for my phone. I came across the device and took it in my hands, I started scrolling through my contacts looking for the right one I pressed call, it rang a couple times making the pounding in my head intensify until she finally answered.

"Hello?" Her voice rang through, relief washing over me in a wave of content.

"Jade! hey can I come spend the night? My dads drinking again, and I don't want to be here when he passes out." The lie bled so easily, it twisted my stomach in knots.

"Sure, anytime." She chirped, I can only imagine her lying on her bed with her back to the mattress and phone pressed to her hear.

"Okay, thanks." I let out a sigh and stood from the chair.

"No problem, birthday girl!" I rolled my eyes, aware she couldn't see me.

"Shut up! That's not until tomorrow, and you know I don't like celebrating!" I exclaimed and she scoffed.

"Yeah I know that, but it won't stop me from doing it."

"Ugh! Your so annoying!!" I groaned and she just laughed

"I know! See you soon."

"Mkay, bye."

"Bye."

~ Later That Night ~

After Jade was asleep I was quickly haunted by the thought of my father abusing me. Ever since my mom let 6 years ago this has been a thing to happen every night or at least every other. No body knew about my life, and no one will.

I couldn't imagine what my dad would do to me if I ratted him out. Especially raping me when I was only twelve. That night was horrifying. The only night he had ever raped me. Well, not the only night, but I refuse to let the night only a few weeks ago in. I could never get that out of my head no matter how hard I tried.

The more my dad drank the worse things got, and at the age of 18 I starting hurting myself. The razor was the only thing I could depend in for any real comfort.

Notes

First Chapter! Sorry it's a bit short:/ hope you liked it tho:) comment/like/subscribe please:) oh and I will update 3 times a week maybe more if you get lucky:p