I walked into the door of my house, and was immediatly hit by a blowing force in the stomach that had me doubled over quickly. I was gasping for air, and he was laughing at me.<br/>"Hiya, darling. How was school?" He was insanely drunk. His blue eyes looked droopy, and he was holding a baseball bat. I realized that was the blowing force.<br/>He dropped the bat, and backhanded my face. I cryed out, and he laughed again. He hit me in my stomach and I dropped to the floor. He jeered at me and told me to get up. When I didn't he kicked me in the ribs over and over. I felt more than heard one crack.<br/>He finally stopped after a couple minutes after my rib cracked. He jeered at me again and went and grabbed his half empty vodka bottle. He drank half of that in one breath. It was the one with the sleeping pills in it.<br/>I struggled to get to my feet, and staggered to my room. I felt my rib, and cryed out again. It was definently broken. I grabbed  my big duffel, and packed everything in my room. It wasn't much. I also grabbed my toilettrees. Everything fit in there with a little struggling.<br/>I took out the piece of paper I had in my pocket, grabbed my phone, and dialed the number.<br/>"Hello?"<br/>"Eric? Its the girl you met in the cemetary. Can you meet me there?"