THE car ride was quiet, whatever music he had on was the only thing that could be heard. I sat with my arms crossed still in disbelief that I was blackmailed by him. What makes him think that he could just order me around and use me getting beat as a way to get what he wants, who does that. I'll tell you who Brian white. I looked to his side to see him focused on the road.

His bleached white hair leans over his face as his eyes kept straight ahead, unbothered with the hair in his view. "You know bebita, have a camera to have moments last longer." a smirk painted itself upon his face as his eyes drifted towards me. "As if I would take a picture of you white, you got some nerves having me in this bitch with you." His smirk turned into a dark scowl as if I said something to upset him.

'Well you did kin'

I mean we wouldn't be in this mess if he would've just let me go home. "You see Kinsley that's your fucking problem, you can't learn when to watch your damn mouth," he said looking at me with anger in his eye "maybe that's why your getting your ass beaten on." A gasp left my lips as I look at him in shock, he looked back at me and then cursed under his breath. "damn kin I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that I didn't-" "no you listen here fuckface, my mouth doesn't have shit to do with my ribs being broken or the bruises on my skin you got some fucking nerve white I thought you were an asshole then but your a bigger one now". I looked back at the window not standing to look at him any longer then I have.

I tasted the salt upon my lips in the realization that I was crying.

He had no right to bring up my abuse, he didn't know shit about it or shit about me either. "Bebita I'm really sorry alright, I'm fucked up for saying that I know I just.....sometimes I get pissed and I say the wrong things you know," he said glancing back at me again. I continued to ignore him as streets and hows passed from my eye view. It was silent again with only the low music in the background.

He turned the music up to decrease the tension in the car while continuing to glance at me. "Háblame por favor" ( talk to me please) he mumbled. I looked at him catching one of his numerous glances. "No estoy hablando con usted" (I'm not talking to you) he head flashed back at me causing the car and is to jerk. "Tu hablas español¿,(you speak Spanish)" he said with wide eyes.

I wanted to laugh at the shock plastered on his face, yet earlier's argument didn't allow me to. I turned my head back towards the window watching houses pass by again. "Y que si lo hango" ( and if I do) he chuckled while looking back at the road "no seas inteligente conmigo." ( don't be smart with me) He placed his right hand on my thigh giving it a light squeeze. Others girls would have died at the the little thigh grab, but me I was over it.

I grabbed his hand and placed it back on his lap "a veces irritas mi alma" ( sometimes you irritate my soul) I said glaring at him. He began to ride down my street and I felt the blood in body drop to a cold temperature, I haven't even come to the realization that they called my dad about the incident earlier. I remember the last time the school called home for questioning bruises I forgot to hide on my leg in the gym.

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Flashback beginning:

The liquid drug that sat on my father's breath as he stood face to face with me. The school had called wondering where the mysterious bruises were placed on my leg came from. My father must have come up with a good lie considering they let me back in his care and sit me on my way back home. I walk through the door to be greeted by my father's fist causing me to fall from such impact. "You wanna make a fool outta me huh? Have them people calling my phone about bruises, what you tryna do huh?" I opened my mouth to protest against his assumptions over to be punched again.

" I don't wanna hear shit from you, ever since ya mother died you've become a pain in my ass, well I show you want I do to people like you" he grabbed my hair and dragged me to the middle of the room to slam my head down against the hard floor. The impact caused me to see black dots start to form, I was losing consciousness. I felt more punches and kicks being placed upon my body as I desperately tried to stay woke to run away. But he was faster. He began to get tired a landed another kick to me before he left towards his room leaving me with newly broken bones and new bruises to match the ones already on me. "your not going to school for the next two weeks, don't want you causing me trouble" my father said as he tried to balance his self out the door.

Flashback over:

I felt hands shaking me trying to bring me back from the horrid memory of the past. I looked over to see white look at me with worried eyes "bebita I been calling your name for a minute now, are you alright" I look at him desperately wanting to tell him I'm not alright and to take me far away from the house and to make me forget but instead I nodded my head "yeah I'm straight, thanks for the ride" I grabbed the door handle opening it and got out. Fear stuck to me like a fly to honey as a looked and my father's car in the driveway. "Kin, if you need anything I can help alright" I open my mouth to speak my another voice beat me to it. " I'm sure she'll be fine young man thank you for dropping my daughter off" I turned to see my father in the doorway with cold brown eyes staring me in mines. "well I'll see you tomorrow then bebita" and with that the car was brought back to life and he was gone.

I felt hands move there way to my shoulders giving them a tight squeeze almost as if he was trying to break them. "you sleeping around now" I shook my head violently " no papa I'm not" his dark laugh filled my ears and gave me chills "you just like your mother, a damn liar" we walked up the steps and onto the house, the doors closed and I could hear him taking off his belt. I was frozen where I stood unable to move, fearing why would happen if I do. "You know what I said would happen if that damn school called me again don't you" I nodded my head yes. The tears begin to fill my eyes, but I didn't beg for mercy nor was I gonna run. It made him angrier than he already was.

I felt the belt buckle hit the side of my face.

And I screamed.