Untouched

Christofer

I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel laying on the counter.

I wrapped it around my waist and wiped the smog off the mirror.

I began to dry of the extra droplets of water on my body and slipped on a regular white t shirt and basketball shorts.

I dried my dirty blond hair with the same towel and opened the wooden door.

I peeked my head out to the hall and looked.

There was no sight of anyone.

It was silent, almost to silent.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked down the hall, all the way to my bedroom.

I opened the old wooden door, similar to the bathroom door.

I stepped in my ice-cold room and shut the door silently behind me.

I sighed in relief my father didn’t see me.

He’s horrible when he’s sober, and worse when he’s drunk.

I throw my clothes in the far corner of my closet with all my other dirty clothes.

I need to go to a laundry mat and clean them.

I sat on the mattress the far right corner of my room.
I examined my room carefully, it was hideous.

A full sized mirror, which wasn’t attached to the wall rested against the wall by my door covered by a think sheet.

Multiple of my things were scattered across the floor.

My things ranged from books, CD”s. DVD”S jewelry etc.

I laid on my bed and pulled the thin sheet over my shivering body.

My eyes were just fluttering to sleep when my phone rang loudly through my room.

I rolled my eye and reached for it on the floor.

“H-hello” I mumbled.

“Christofer?? Did I wake you up?” It was Nathan one of my friends.

“N-no”

“Good, cause there is a party in like 3 hours, you up for it?” he asked. I could see his smile engraved on his face.

I moaned in annoyance I was not ‘up’ for a party right now, I wanted to sleep.

Suddenly I heard the front door open and slam loudly.

Either my mom finally decided to come home,

Or it was my dad….

“Nathan I’m g-going to c-call you b-back” I whispered and quickly hung up the phone.

I sat up and pulled my knees up to my chest and waited for my dad to come in.

“Christofer” He called.

“Y-yeah” I stuttered.

My door slammed opened, poor door will break soon if he keeps it up.

“There you are you worthless bitch” he yelled stomping his way toward me.

This is the part where I shut my eyes and pretend I’m not being beaten by my drunk dad.

But as always no matter where I pretend to be, weather it’s at a park, or the woods.

I’m still getting hit for no reason.