You're My Fallen Angel

Carter's P.O.V
"Carter! Get your ass down here now!" Dad was drunk again. This was nothing new to me. I knew I'd be in for a night of beatings and crying. "Yes dad?" I was at least trying to be nice instead of a complete bitch like I could be. "What did I tell you to do? I told you to clean this fucking house. Why haven't you done it yet?!" "Sorry dad, I was out looking for new clothes and lost track of time." Damn I'm gonna get it this time. "We'll do you think sorry is gonna get this house cleaned?" He finally decided to hit me a few times until he felt I didn't need to be punished anymore. Usually I would have a busted lip but today I just have a gash above my eye. I run upstairs to my room and lock the door. I get my clothes ready to take a bath and relieve my stress. Crying as I'm doing that I text my best friend Andy.
Me: Dads drunk again. Not a good night for me. How's your night?
Andy: Widh you didn't have to go through all of that. My nights been stressful. Just got done practicing with the band.
Me: Okay . I'm gonna go take a bath. I'll text you in the morning.
Andy: Okay loves you Carter
Me: Loves you Andy
After he says that I get a bath and go to bed.

Notes

The rain-Akon and writing this story again go perfectly together for me