Lunar

Warning-

This chapter and book has bullying, abuse, and violence. If you can not handle this, I do not recommend reading on. This is your only warning.

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Warm hands envelope mine, capturing my eyes with his gold ones. He leans forward and I follow until our lips touch. Sparks are passed between us before I feel a sharp tug to my hair, causing me to pull away. I look at the man in front of me as he fades away and I feel another sharp tug to my hair. His face completely fades away and I become aware of someone pulling my hair with great strength and yelling at me. Slowly, I open my eyes.

To see that it is not all just a dream but my life. My step-dad pulls my hair as he attempts to pull me out of my bed,"wake up lazy-ass! You have chores to do before school so get up and do them! Make me breakfast while you're at it but only me. You can skip it today since you overslept."

I silently nod and watch as he walks out of my room, slamming my door. I quickly get up to my feet and change into a huge sweater that goes down to my knees, unintentionally ripped leggings, and worn our tennis shoes. I run a brush through my long, thin hair and run downstairs, quickly making my already-drunk step-dad his eggs and orange juice. I was careful to not make a mess, knowing the consequences if I did and did my chores until he was finished. I cleaned his dishes and put them into their spot and my step-dad nodded, grabbing a beer out of the fridge,"not bad, dumb ass, but tomorrow make sure you aren't late. Also for waking up late, you'll have more chores to do when you get home from school and they better be done by the time I get home or you'll suffer the consequences."

I gulp, a nervous feeling growing in the pit of my stomach as I avoid looking him in the eye,"y-yes, sir." He pushes past me and out the door, leaving me relieved as the front door slams shut. I finish up with my morning chores before grabbing my backpack and start my long walk to school. The cold wind bites at my skin and I shiver violently despite the fact I'm wearing a sweater.

It's because you're unhealthy, you have no fat to keep you warm. My conscience yells at me and I silently agree but there is simply nothing to be done about it. I was beaten almost everyday by my step-father and school bullies causing bruises and broken bones, I was barely allowed to eat anything, and the stress of everyday was slowly eating away my sanity. I couldn't run away from it, I had no where to go. My step-father was my only family and I had no friends so I simply had to deal with it and try my best not to die.

I stop shuffling my feet as I get to the school gates, looking up at the familiar, gloomy hell that had taken up the past year of my life. It was torture having to walk in everyday, knowing what was waiting inside for me and what the day would hold. Pain. Every school day held double the pain from the assholes who thought it would be a good ego boost to make fun of the girl who had next to nothing.

I sigh, pulling myself out of my thoughts and trudge towards the school, almost making it in when I'm pushed to the ground, narrowly avoiding a puddle of mud. I glance around to see the school jocks walking ahead of me, snickering to themselves and glancing back at me. I push myself off the ground and dust myself off before picking up my bag from the puddle with a sigh and finishing my trek into the school. I walk down the hall towards my first class, hearing the usual nicknames I've been given.

"Hey, piggy!"

"Aw did the little piggy roll around in the mud?"

"Someone should call the farmer, one of his pigs has got out again!"

I tune out the ridiculous insults and grab my stuff out of my locker, pulling my arm out of it just as its harshly slammed shut. I jump back in surprise and look up to find the most popular guy in school, Turner, glaring down at me with mischief in his eyes,"hey little piggy, wanna play a game? How to play is you'll see if you can make it to your first class before my friends and I can catch you then we won't mess you with you for the rest of the day and if we catch you, I get to do whatever I want to do you."

The thought of not being messed with for an entire day sounded like heaven but there was the large possibility of me losing then Turner could do anything to me which was a horrifying thought. I shake my head,"I'm not playing any of your games, Turner, I know I'll lose and I don't want to let you do anything to me."

"Aw, why not, little piggy? Do you not trust me?" He smirks, leaning against my locker. I simply shake my head and walk away, moving as quickly as I can in the crowded hallway to get to my first class. I make it there without another interruption from Turner and his goons and I'm one of the first ones there so I make my way to the last desk in the corner next to the window, being the only one at the partnered table. It was slightly a relief not to have to partner up with anyone or have my stuff crammed to one side of the desk like the other students in the classroom but had it's downfalls during partner work. The bell rings and the teacher walks in, several papers in her hands. She sets the papers down and pushed up her glasses, turning towards the class and clapping her hands to get our attention. Time to start daily hell.

School goes by slowly and I manage to avoid Turner and his friends between classes but I'm not so lucky at the end of the day. I walk down the hallway, praying that they decide to leave me alone today but once I feel hands on my shoulders I know today is not a good day.

The grip tightens and I flinch a little before the hands turn me around to face Turner. He smirks wickedly, "trying to get away, little piggy? You know that won't do, especially since you skipped out on the game I so generously offered to you this morning so let's play a different game and there is no getting out of it. Let's see how long you can stand, once you fall the game will end and if you last over five minutes, you can have the rest of the week without anymore games."

I barely process what he said before I feel the first hit, a harsh slap on my face which makes my head whip to the side and the sound echo through the empty halls. I take a deep breath before turning to look at him again as he throws a punch to my stomach. I hunch over and he grabs a chunk of my hair, pulling me up and socking me in the face. He throws a fist towards my face again and I feel a crack from my nose, blood running out of it quickly. My vision goes blurry as he lets go of my hair and I fall to the ground, hitting my side harshly. Turner looks down at me, a smirk planted on his face as he kicks me in the ribs before stepping over me,"you lose. See you tomorrow, piggy."

I don't know how long I laid there, contemplating my stupidity and weakness of not being able to handle the everyday abuse, but I soon remembered I had chores to do at home. I stood, trying to ignore the pain from the hits, and walked home quickly but I was too late. My step-dad was already home and when I stepped in the front door, a beer bottle was thrown at me and barely missed my head. I turn towards my father and it didn't take long to realize he was drunk and very pissed.

He charges at me,"where the hell have you been, shit-head? I told you to have your chores done by the time I got home!" I feel a sharp sting on my cheek, way worse than Turner's slap, before he grabs my hair and throws me into the floor. He pulls his foot back then flings it towards me, a hard kick to my side and he repeats the movement until a loud crack resonates through the house. I cry out, curling up into a ball as he continues to kick, punch, slap, pull hair, any kind of physical abuse. I gasp as I suddenly feel a sharp pain on my thigh and I look to see him pressing a piece of the broken beer bottle into my thigh. I let out a scream as he presses it deeper, blood covering his hand. He grins then stands and kicks me a couple more times before pulling me up by hair, dragging me into my room. He pushes me in there,"stay in here until you know how to act right, hell, just stay in here and rot for all I care. Life would be a lot easier without a shit-head as a daughter."

He slams my door shut and I let out a sob. I lay there for several hours, just crying and trying to get over the pain but it never stops. After a while I stop crying and realize that I couldn't handle anymore. This is was the worst he's ever done and it's only going to get worst, I need to get away. I stand, careful not to put any weight on my leg, and limp around my room, shoving clothes, water, and food I kept stashed in my room into a back pack. Before I go I pull the glass out of my leg and wrap it tightly in a bandage. I throw on my back pack and limp towards my window, nervousness growing in the pit of my stomach as I look at the drop from my second story window but I open it anyway.

I slide out as far as I can then prepare myself for the hit before letting go of the window. I let out a muffled whimper as I hit the ground, pain shooting through my leg and ribs. My entire body cries in protest as I make my way to the woods, staring into the dark abyss before taking a few steps in. I let out a sigh, knowing there is no going back now.