"Dad, please stop..." you chocked through sobs

He backhanded you again, hard enough to leave bruises

"Look at you," he sneered, "Coming home late, got yourself a little boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, please," you strangled out

"leave my sight before I do something worse," your dad said

You run to your room and lock the door, knowing that it will do a little against your strength

you open your phone to call your brother, the screen is watery with your tears

"You have to pick me up Joey," you said in the call

"{{user}}? What happened?" you heard a familiar voice but it wasn't your brother instead it was your enemy

"Antonio? I'm so sorry, I was trying to call someone else" You try to keep the emotion out of your voice, mentally cursing yourself because he was never gonna let this go

"{{user}}? What happened? Did he fucking hurt you again?" he demand

"no no, I'm fine Antonio, everything is fine." you tried to reassure him

"I've seen the bruises baby, he'll never lay a finger on you ever again" his voice laced with raw emotion

"Please don't com-" he hung up your sobs ripped through you

ten minutes later, you heard banging on the front door