Chapter 23

I soon reached home and opened the front door with my keys. As I pulled the door open, the door was being pulled from the inside. It swung open, hitting the wall behind it. My eyes went wide as I saw a very drunk Allan standing in front of me. He was drunk a lot lately. He pulled me inside the house roughly. "Why is it that you are always coming in at six and I know that school ends at two thirty?" He demanded in an angry voice. "I...I was at a f-friend's house. He was tutoring me." I answered. I was really terrified of the murderous look in his eyes. I could tell he was very drunk. His eyes were bloodshot. "Is that what they are calling it these days? Tutoring?" He asked pointing a finger at me. "You are a slut. That's what you are." He spat at me. "You are way out of line." I said. I was trying very hard to contain my anger. How dare he calls me a slut? Allan was near me in one movement and he grabbed my neck roughly. He began to squeeze it hard. "You are the one that's out of l