Chapter one
Wendy pov
I'm fully human with long brown hair and light green eyes, I'm a little over 5.3, I work two jobs, one at a little coffee shop and at night I work at a nightclub. I snuck back through my window after I got off work, my dad wasn't home yet. And sometimes he comes home with other women, sometimes he's so drunk he blacks out, and that's when he beats me. Thank goodness I have already graduated, so no one can even see the bruises he leaves on me, I put on heavy makeup to cover that up when I'm at work, this night I didn't know it was going to be the last night here, I hid my money that I got today and tonight, I was going to put it in my account when I got up in the morning, but I guess my dad had other plans, he finally came home drunk as always, I figured he would go to bed and sleep it off and just leave me alone for the night but nope, he kicked my door open making me jump out of bed, I hurried to turn on my light backing up from him. I reached for the first thing my hands land on that was my nightstand lamp, he came full force at me, I had no choice but to throw it at him, the lamp broke into pieces all over the floor but not before cutting his face and arms,
He was more pissed when he felt the blood pouring down his face, that's when we started fist fighting, the harder he hit me the harder I hit him. But he suddenly grabbed me by the head of my hair pulling it making me fall with half of it in his hands, he started kicking me in my ribs and stomping on one of my hands, I did my best to get him off of me I swung my leg kicking him making him fall hard,but he fell right on me, he grabbed my head hitting it on the floor, he then grabbed my hand breaking three of my fingers, he got off of me picked me up by the head of my hair pushing me down on the bed, you f*****g b***h your lucky I just don't kill you, he turns and walked out slamming the door behind him, I tried lying there sleeping , but I was in so much pain, but I must had dozed off when I heard the birds chirping in the sun shining on my face, my dad came barging in the bedroom telling me to get out of bed, I was prepared for another fight, I got out of bed trying to hide the pain I was feeling, he was face to face with me, "you have until midnight to pack your s**t up and leave this house, if I come home and your still here, I'll kill you myself b***h, he turned to walk away, but not before back handing me knocking me back on the bed, I said to myself, what the hell I got until midnight, I went back to sleep, when I finally woke up it was seven in the afternoon,
"s**t I need to get up, I hurried to take a shower my body was sore from the fight, And I had a headache, from him biting my head on the floor, my fingers were throbbing from being broken, I dried off and hurried to get dress in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I put my winter boots,on, and I hurried to pack what I could with five suitcases and three backpacks, I packed all I could including the money I hid that night, I looked at the time, "f**k it was already ten, it took a lot longer then I thought, I needed to get out before he comes back, I grabbed my cases and backpacks I kicked all my suitcases downstairs thank goodness they didn't come open. I took then to my truck one by one, then sped off not looking back, I needed to find a hospital so I could take care of my fingers and my ribs, but if I did that, they would call my dad, so I tapped them up as best as I could and hoped for the best
