Chapter One
I laid across my bed, staring up at the ceiling for almost an eternity, thinking back on last night. My body ached and I'm sure there were some bruises left in some places. I'd come home late last night, only because I was working a late shift, yet my dad didn't seem to believe it.
"You were going to leave me just like that whore of a mother." He'd said before hitting me again.
My hand reached up to my face and touched my bruised cheek, it still hurt, but I was used to this by now. Ever since mom left us when I was nine, this is how things have been. Of course, it wasn't like it immediately but...
He'd started drinking and lost his job, things kinda just fell apart for the both of us. I was the only one there for him, literally. I used to be able to comfort him when he was sad but now, he just drinks all the time and gets mad. I don't blame him. I know he says that he's sorry most times afterward, and he might be, but people go through tough shit, right?
I sighed and lifted myself off the bed. My legs felt weak and I had to grip the bed to steady myself. In the mirror, I almost felt disgusted looking in the mirror. My skin was pale and had no color whatsoever except for the dark purple bruises that decorated it. They were everywhere.
I spotted a white envelope laying on my bed and I gasped. I'd gotten paid last night and must've forgotten to hide it when I came home. I quickly tossed it in between my mattress and made up my bed. If there was anything that I would hide from my dad it would be money. I used to give it to him in the past but, now all he seemed to spend it on was alcohol and hookers.
Taking a bath was pain itself but getting dressed was probably much worse. I wore some high waist black jeans that had holes in them with a red and black striped shirt, which I wore a black oversized denim jacket on top of. I did my makeup and made sure I covered all the bruises that might show. I was already running late so I put my hair up into a messy bun and left my bangs as they were. I put on my black combat boots and headed downstairs.
I skipped out on breakfast as usual and just went straight for school. I was probably going to get detention today. Although I'm usually almost late, this time, I've probably missed half of the class already. Besides, I have a new teacher, and he might not be as nice as the old one. A soon as I got to school, I ran straight to my classroom. I was out of breath by the time I reached there and I stopped for a few minutes before opening the door. As expected, all eyes landed on me and one pair, in particular, didn't seem quite happy. I didn't get one word of apology in before he interrupted me.
"Detention."
That's all he said.
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537 words but that's okay ._.
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