The worst part of being home

                                    

                                          
(The story take place in Austins POV unless it says otherwise)
                          


                          
Hi, I'm Austin Miller, let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm 17 years old in my 11th year. Both of my parents are alcoholics and are very abusive, both with their hands and their words. I don't have many friends because my Mom and Dad made me afraid to talk to people. After all, it makes me feel annoying. I have about 2.5 million followers on this app called TikTok though. Anyways currently I'm home alone since my Mom and Dad are at the bar together most likely getting drunk then when they get home it is more than likely they'll find something to be pissed at me about. 
                          
It's now 11:45, I've been laying in my bed for the past hour and a half and I heard the front door open. I knew it was my mom and dad, so I didn't get up since I knew that they'd hit me if I was in their way. After about 20 minutes I heard my door swing open and hit the wall. It was my dad.
                          
"Where the hell have you been?"
                          
"Laying here since I got home from school" 
                          
"Stop lying, I know you were probably out fucking some random guy from your school like the slut you are!"
                          
My dad screamed at me, as he walked closer to me getting ready to slap me in the face, I knew it was coming so I just stood there letting it happen. If I don't fight it he hurts me less. He eventually did slap me, punch me in the face making me fall to the ground, He kicked me in the stomach until he was satisfied with what he had done. He left me laying on the ground, clutching my stomach laying on the floor crying. They made me feel so worthless and useless, I wanted to leave. I finally got up and went to the bathroom to look at what he had done. My face was bleeding and had dried up blood on it as well. I lifted my shirt to see if there was bruising or anything, and there was. My ribs were darkly bruised and swelling up. I put my shirt down and did the only thing I felt was right at this time. I got my backpack took all my school things out and instead of that, I put my clothes, money, charger, and my blanket my grandma gave me before she passed, as well as the necklace she gave me. My grandma was the only person in my life who made me feel like I was loved and wanted in the world. She was the only reason I hadn't run away before then when she passed away I couldn't leave because I had no hope anymore that it would get better. I have everything I'll need, I can stay in a hotel for a couple of nights and then finally leave this shitty town. Maybe go to live in Los Angeles with some Tik Tok creators I have gotten to know over the past couple of months. I walk down the stairs as quietly as I can because I can not get caught if I ever want to leave this toxic house. I finally get outside and start walking down the street looking up on my phone the closest hotel to my house. "45 minutes away if walking." My phone said, "Oh that's great" I said out loud.