Really

BENTLEY'S POV

I flinched, "Dad, calm down—"

"Shut up!" He interrupted.

Dad, he hit me." I tried my best to explain but my dad was not having it.

"I don't care if he did, Bentley!" My father shouted, "We are not raising you to be some kind of slut!"

My entire body went stiff and I stood rooted to my place, unable to move for a second.

"I am ashamed to call my own daughter a slut!" My father continued, his tone harsh and full of hate. "You're just like your mother."

This new onslaught of words felt like a physical blow and it was definitely cutting deeper than any wound I had ever received. Each word was a confirmation of my deepest fears and insecurities and was spoken aloud by the one person who was supposed to protect and uplift me.

"I... I just wanted to tell you that I'm at the hospital," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I fought against the tears that threatened to drown me.

"The hospital?!" His voice dripped with disdain. "What, did you finally manage