You sit on the floor staring at your blood soaked bandage when you suddenly hear a slam from downstairs

Oh shit...

He's home...

"(Y/N) YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHERE ARE YOU!"

You realise quickly that you never went shopping..."fuck my life"...

Rushing downstairs you mentally prepare yourself for what is coming next

"(y/n) did you go shopping boy" he asked in a hissy tone of voice that send shivers down your spine "o-oh well I'm o-of course I d-did" you were a bad lier and he could sense that

"DON'T LIE TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he yelled slightly spitting on you while doing so "n-no..." You mumble "b-but I have a reason Tracy s-she wa-..." He cut you off by slamming your head against the wall and beating you until you were on the verge of tears and just able to move

After the beating you ran upstairs barely limping from the staggering pain you just experienced

You went straight for your room and slammed the door yet again,you packed up your things into your (f/c) and (s/f/c) backpack stuffing in two changes of clothes and a black hoodie and a spare pair of shoes plus some food,water,some rope and a lighter,after you were done you slid it under your bed and cried yourself to sleep deciding it was not yet the time

But soon...

Soon will be...