-Andy's POV-
jessie clenched my arm in fear. Her hands started to shake.
"Jessie who is this man?" Her father asked looking me dead in the eye.
"he...he...he...is my friend" she said standing behind me.
"name?" He said stepping forward looking me up and down with an evil stare like he was going to kill me. How the hell could she live with this guy. No wonder she left home.
"Andy. His name is Andy" she said looking at her feet.
"well Jessie aren't you going to pour us some tea or something " her father said with a annoyed face.
the tension in the house builds as we sat at the dinner table. I sat at one end of the table and her dad sat at the other end. Jessie stood next to the table.
"Andy this is my father Michael" she said in fear her voice shaking.
we shook hands.
"Well go make us some tea you lazy brat!!!" He shouted making me and Jessie jump.
she left the room and walked into the kitchen. We sat in silence for the next couple of minutes. All we heard was the kettle boiling in the background.
she walked in with two mugs of tea. He hands started to shake in fear they shook so bad that she spilt the tea over the table. Her dad shot up and dragged her to the kitchen.
*SLAP*
he then dragged her by the hand to the kitchen surface and got the spare boiling water from the kettle and poured it on her hand
*screams*
"you clumsy b*tch!!" He shouted
he pushed her out of the kitchen and she sat down. tears in her eyes with a red handprint on her face and a serious burn on her hand.
"pfft women....good for nothing am I right Andy?" He said smiling at me.
"your wrong" I said raising my voice. His smile vanished.
he stood up and grabbed me by the collar.
"get out" he said as his breath of smoke and alcohol hit my face,
we pushed me so I pushed back. He got up and punched me in the stomach and threw me out the house. I lay on the ground for a minute. He hits hard. I looked at my stomach it had a big bruise on it. I'll live its Jessie im worried about. I got up to open her door. It was locked I tried to break it down but I simply couldn't.
i ran to the front window and saw Jessie run to the top of the stairs and her father ran after her. I heard a faint cry for help from Jessie. I was bashing my shoulder against the glassy dying to break free. Her dad then kicked her down the stairs and she rolled down two flights of wooden stairs. And fell into the glass topped table at the bottom of her stairs.
"Jessie!!!" Shouted through the glass. I eventually broke through the glass falling through the window.
I fell onto the floor of her living room. Glass alcoves the floor. Her so called dad ran out of the house and drove away in his crappy car. I ran to Jessie and got on my knees. She lay there still. I shook her and noticed the floor was covered in blood and broken glass.
"Jessie?" I said turning her over. Her eyes were slowly closing.there was a large sharp piece of glass rammed into her side. Tears and eyeliner rolled down her face.
"Jess your gonna be fine just hold on for me baby" I said with one hand on her wound and another on her cheek.
"a....Andy....it...it..hurts..real...bad..Andy" she wimpered.
"I know baby I know" I said with tears in my own eyes.
"Jesus" I mumbled to myself lifting her shirt.
i got the glass and pulled it out.
"ahhhh" she cried. Her breath slowed down. Her eyes slowly closing.
"Jessie?....no no no" I said tapping he cheek.
"Jess?" "Jessie?" "Jessie!!!!" As I sat next to her in a cold eerie silent house that wasn't a home anymore..

Notes

Sorry I didn't update yesterday. School was being a bitch.
Damn is she dead?
find out next chapter.