We all sat down and just stared at the food in front of us. Me and my mom didn't want to eat. I for one had lost my appetite when I looked at my dad, but he had absolutely no problem eating the food in front of him.

"Your mother told me you have a new boyfriend." He said. My chest felt heavy. My dad was always so strict about me even thinking about boys. He called it 'protecting me' but I was sure he just wanted me all to himself. I kept quiet and my dad slammed his fist into the table to get my attention.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He yelled. I hesitantly looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were filled with rage. I didn't even recognize him anymore. That wasn't my dad.

"I thought I taught you how to respect an adult." He said angrily. I glared at him.

"What have you ever done for me to deserve my respect?" I mumbled. I was angry that he was even here. His face dropped and he stood up.

"You know I try my hardest for you. You're so ungrateful. Look what kind of daughter you're raising Maria! Filthy ungrateful little bitch." He was towering over me and again, I wouldn't make eye contact with him. I looked down at my hands and squeezed my eyes shut to block out his loud voice.

"You think you're so tough now? Go ahead, say something else!" He yelled. I stayed quiet but I could feel tears running down my face. My dad always hated when I didn't answer him. He looked down and threw an empty plate at me. He always had anger issues but I forgot how bad it was.

"Stop it!" My mom screamed. My dad picked me up out of my chair and threw me on the ground. He had punched me once, not too hard but enough to make me shut up. I backed into the kitchen cabinets and he started walking towards me. I was sure he'd kill me, he was crazy, but my mom stepped in front of him.

"You're not touching my daughter!" She screamed. My head was pounding. I wasn't completely healed from my concussion yet and I could feel a hot liquid run down the side on my face. Blood.

I looked over at my mom standing in front of me. She'd never stood up for me like this before. She always stayed quiet and took the hits. I don't know what was different this time but she wouldn't let him get to me.

"Move!" He yelled. He started hitting her but she still refused to move. I finally found the strength to stand up. I had to help my mom. I looked at the counter and saw the flowers Robin gave me sitting in a vase with water. I took out the flowers and set them down, emptied out the water and walked over to my dad.

I smashed the vase over my dad's head and it broke into a million pieces. He dropped to the floor and blood spilled from his head. I sat down on the ground for a second. My head hurt so bad and I was in shock that I just did that. I started to cry and my mom sat down next to me. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me.

"Im so sorry Alina." I was verbally crying now. I hated my dad. I don't know why he came back or why he thought it was okay to be in our house.

For once in my life I felt like my mom didn't hate me. I guess I didn't realize that my mom actually cared about me. I didn't see it until someone who didn't care about me was hurting me. I wasn't sure if my mom was hurt or not but I was getting blood all over her shirt.

"We need to leave Alina. If your dad wakes up-"

"Don't call him that momma. He's not my dad." We both got up and opened the door to leave. Neither of us knew where to go so we just started walking down the street.

It was dark, cold and rainy outside. My and my mom were both drenched from the rain and we were freezing. I had an idea of where to go. Somewhere I knew we'd be safe. I walked around the corner and up to a small brown house.

I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. After a minute or two, the door opened and Robins uncle was standing in the doorway. His smile faded and he let us inside. My and my mom looked horrible.

"What happened to you two?" He asked, getting us blankets. I stayed quiet but my mom spoke up.

"We had an unexpected visitor." She said. I looked up to see Robin walk out from around the corner. He stopped walking when he saw us. He looked confused but he could tell something bad was happening.

He ran over to me and hugged me. I started crying again. I couldn't go a day without something horrible happening. My mom had sat down at the kitchen table with Robins uncle. I couldn't hear what they were saying but they were having a serious conversation.

"Come on, let's go clean up." We walked back into his room. He sat me down on the edge of his bed and left the room. He came back with a glass of water and bandages. My injuries weren't bad. I don't think it was anything new anyways, just reopened from the fight I had with Melissa.

Robin wiped the blood off my face and stood me up. He handed me a towel and opened the door for me.

"You can shower if you want. It'll warm you up." He said. I managed to give him a gentle smile. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible.

There was dried blood on the side of my face but most of it has washed away in the rain. The corner of my eye was still blue and black from the fight but it looked worse now. My cheek was a slight red, probably from my dad slapping me. And tear stains painted my face with guilt and anger.

I rubbed my face to wash away the feeling, then got in the shower. I didn't take too long, I didn't want to be alone.

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Guys I'm posting two parts today!!🥳🥳