“Dean!” my mother screamed. “Dean! I want a drink!”
What’s happening?
Why is he opening his belt?
Why am I still on the floor?
My body wasn’t working the way I needed it to.
Everything hurt.
And everything and everyone was screaming.
The exhale Dean released as the metal finallypopped out of the notch was so loud and evil that I felt it all the way down here. His breathing stayed just as deep and wet-like, as if the smoke were still in his throat.
I had no time to recover.
I had to get up.
I had to leave.
My lungs wheezed as I tried to fill them with air. My stomach yelled in pain as I got onto my knees. I fisted the keys as I placed one foot on the floor.
“Don’t you dare fucking move.” He wobbled, losing his balance, but regained it. “You’re not going anywhere until you suck this dick—do you hear me?”
My stomach heaved again, and this time, I actually gagged.
Why is he doing this?
Why, after all these years, is he trying to hurt me?
Has he always wanted to?
Is this what all of those arguments were eventually leading to?
I had to get out of here.
I could either try to grab my phone and risk getting kicked again or I could run straight to the door.
But I couldn’t stay here a second longer.
His weakness was the amount of beer he’d had and how his hands weren’t working the way he needed them to.
I just had to wait for the right time.
“I’m going to put this dick in your fucking mouth, and you’re going to …”
I stopped listening. I shut my ears off, and I focused on his movements. My foot pressing into the carpet, my hands positioned, like a sprinter ready for a race.
When his pants were around his knees and he was getting to work on his briefs, I made a run for it, knowing the placementof his jeans would make it extremely difficult for him to chase after me.
“Get back here!”
I checked his location once I reached the doorway.
“Where the fuck are you going?—”
I yanked the door open and shut it behind me, holding my stomach as I sprinted to my car. With my fingers clutching my keys, I dangled the bunch, the trembling making it hard to pick the right one, and once I had it, I shoved it into the lock.
