Chapter 1
Claire POV
“CLARIEEEEE!!!! Get your down here and make my breakfast you lazy bitch.” Dad yelled causing me to jump outta bed and run down stairs. ”I’m so sorry dad!!! Please don’t be mad I worked late last night, but don’t worry it won’t happen again. Please dont hit me.” I cried while cowering down trying to convince him that I was scared. “Stop crying like a little bitch, I ain’t gonna hit you just yet.” He says cause me to sigh in relief which is cut short with a back hand to the face.
He hit me so hard causing me to fall to the floor. I cower down and cover my face with my hands and start to cry. “You said you weren’t going to hit me” I sobbed but he couldn’t hear over my cries. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look up at him. “What did you say bitch?” He questions me. “Why did you hit me? You said you weren’t going to.” I cried. He tugged on my hair cause me to wince. “I did say that didn’t I? Well.....” he said as if he was trying to come up with an excuse as to why he had hit me. “You know what Claire?” He said and pulled me off the ground by my hair that he still had in a strong grip. “I don’t owe your bitch ass anything.” He said sternly in my face and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“I’m sorry dad” I said trying to calm him and myself down so I could get out of his grip. “You should be you little bitch, now get your ass up and go get ready for work I need that money Claire.” He said throwing me to the ground. I winced and said “Don’t you want some breakfast dad? I don’t have to be to work for another hour and a half.” He just looked at me and laughed “I have lost my appetite looking at you. Your pathetic as fuck, no wonder your mother killed herself, she couldnt bear the sight of you” he snickered and gave me a dirty look and started to make his way the fridge and get a beer and said “Make sure to get home on time and take a shower, dress appropriately and make dinner cause we are having a guest over for diner.” He said and walked to the couch.
I ran to my room and walked into my bathroom. I took my pants and shirt off leaving me in my under garments. I studied my body, I had big hips and a lil waist so I was thick but not fat. My thighs and butt are pretty big and I was short like 5’2 short. I had medium dirty blonde hair, my eyebrows were thick but I always get them waxed or threaded so they look good. My lips are pink but they go with my pale complexion and they are big. My eyes are hazel and round. I am pretty that i know for a fact because before I dropped outta high school guys were always on my tail, asking me out which was very annoying. I mean don’t get me wrong I liked the attention, I mean what girl wouldn’t? But I had no time for boys cause I had to take cause of my dad.
I jumped into the shower and washed my hair with strawberry shampoo and conditioner, and washed my body with my lavender body scrub, shaved and got out. I dried off and walked to my closet and grabbed my work uniform. I worked two jobs cause when last year when I was in 11th grade my dad went into dept and now owes some people a lot of money. Like 500,000 thousand dollars and I’m trying to get the money so these people don’t hurt him. I don’t know why I care so much about him but I do. I shouldn’t I mean he hits me when ever he gets mad, which is a lot. I have given up my dreams for him. I wanted to graduate high school and go to collage and get me a really good job and start a family of my own.
But now everything is ruined. My dad wasn’t always like this and I think that’s why I stay because I’m hoping that he will get better and things will be how they used to be. Growing up he was different, he wasn’t mean or violent. He was sweet and gentle. Until my mom kill herself, she struggled with bipolar depression and one day I come home and found her hanging from the living room ceiling. That was three years ago when I was fifteen. I try not to think about it. My dad blames me cause he has no one else to blame.
I do light make up and blow dry my hair. Then head down stairs and see my dad sleeping on the couch with a beer in his hand watching pawn shop. I walk outside and walk to the bus stop. I would get to work faster if my dad let me use his car but he claims I’ll break it. I was sitting on the bench reading when someone yells my name. I look up to see Sara white my childhood bestfriend.
“Hey Claire, I haven’t seen you since last summer, what the hell are you doing at a bus stop get in I can give you a ride.” She says looking at me in a sad yet happy way. “ I got to get to work but I’m good I don’t want to burden you and, don’t you have school?” She looks at me and laughs “Girl just get in the god damn car, and I didn’t feel like going this morning.” I walk to the other side of her car and get in. “Where to Claire bear?” She says with a big smile on her face cause me to laugh “Target the one on west avenue.” We make small y’all the whole way til we pull up to the front of target. “Umm, thinks for the ride I really appreciate it.” I say handing her a ten while getting out. “It was no problem, I’m really glad I ran into you I hope we can hangout sometime soon. And I don’t need money.” She said handing me the ten back. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly grabbing the money back. “Yea I’m sure, and I mean it, call me.” She saying giving me a reassuring smile as she puts her car in drive. “Yea I’ll make sure and give you call.” I tell her and start to walk to the front doors cause I have to clock in, in ten minutes. “You better Claire bear!!” She yells as she drives away causing me to smile and walk inside.
