Chapter 1
I've been running and running for what seems like forever through pitch black... Searching... Searching for what? Or who? That's when I see it the outline of a body as I get closer till I'm no less than 6 feet away I see.... Me? Am I in front of a mirror? I raise my hand up and walk closer just as I stand directly in front of my reflection I hear my name being called.
"Eliana," says a gruff voice. "Eliana wake up before I beat you and make you wake up."
What?...DAD!!!
My eyes flutter open and a very angry red-faced dad is looking me dead in the eye.
"Girl your lucky you have school this morning or I would be having round 2 in beating you." He says
" get dressed" He stomps his way to the door.
"NOW" and slam's it shut. Events from last night flood my head as I situp and wince from the fresh bruises from my beating last night and my head pounding.
*The night before*
Warning ⚠️Heavily abusive scenes below. If this makes you uncomfortable please skip this chapter, Thank You.
The doorknob to the front door rattles and I hear the sound of keys in the door and it flies open and slam shut as heavy footsteps make their way to the living room my heartbeat quickens its pace. As I get super nervous since my dad is home and more than likely drunk. This has been an everyday habit ever since my mom left my dad and me 10 years ago when I was six. Out of nowhere she just disappeared and we haven't seen or heard from her since. Since then he has been drinking, and beating me and coming home at 12:00 am to even sometimes 9:00 am. Lately, it's been getting a lot worse because he lost his job because he hasn't been going to work on time since he's always hungover from the night before. Every day he tells me it's my fault because my mom left. Why? I don't know but he beats me because of it, sometimes I think he's wrong but I just convince myself that he just really loves her and misses her, or maybe it really is my fault that way it doesn't make him seem like he's wrong. Sometimes I wish my mom would just randomly come back maybe we'll be happy again, a family and he'll stop beating me.
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He staggers in the living room drunkenly and comes up to me and slurs
"Did you finish making dinner ?" he asks.
"No, sorry dad I had a project after school an-"
He cuts me off as he becomes angry and yanks my hair and tosses me on the floor. He flips the glass coffee table over and it shatters pieces of glass all over the living room scratching my face, legs, and arms. He comes directly in front of me and takes one of the legs from the table he broke and he strikes me multiple times then drags me up the stairs by my hair. I then notice a sharp pain in my right leg and notice a large piece of glass and struggle to pull it out until it finally comes out and blood drips down my leg and onto the white carpet on the stairs. I attempt to cover my gashing leg but the blood seeps through my fingers and I just give up and grab the railing to try and stand up but wind up just getting blood all on the wall. When I see how much blood is all over the carpet and wall I black out and wake and find myself on my floor, my father nowhere to be seen. Thank the Lord for that. I get my first aid kit from under my mattress and start to clean and patch my self up. Exhausted I fall asleep on the bed thinking how far my father went this time...He never made me bleed before and drift off to sleep...😴
Flashback over***
I get up and get dressed
for school making sure to avoid all of my cuts and put on a pair of jeans and a sweater and my favorite pair of shoes. I check the time on my phone at 8:54 am 36 minutes till school. I run in the bathroom pee, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I don't really feel like doing anything to my long cinnamon brown hair and just brush it and put it in a top knot messy bun, needing time to cover all of the cuts on my face. I put on concealer, a bit of mascara to compliment my light grey eyes. (My father has always suspicious that I had grey eyes due to the fact that he has paper bag brown eyes and my mom has beautiful blue eyes. He brought this up when I was about 4 years old he asked my mom why and she just laughed and waved it off saying that her mother has the same eyes and I must have inherited it from her.) I put on a bit of pink lip gloss and grab my phone, book bag, and charger and slowly open my door seeing if my dad is still home. Eventually noticing I am going to be late for school I run down the stairs and in the kitchen to grab a granola bar when I see my dad sitting in the dining room table taking aspirin and chugging it down with water. He looks up and says " Making sure you go straight to school and get all of your information so that you can take it to your new school in London, and then come straight home and clean my damn house spotless and pack your bags your leaving tomorrow morning."
NEW SCHOOL?
WHAT NEW SCHOOL
"Dad, what new school?"
"Dangit girl is your talking back?, The new school I'm sending you to it's a boarding school so I don't have to look at you every day knowing you drove your mother away from me." He says.
As tears threaten to overflow my eyes I blink my eyes and walk out the door and go to my car and drive to school. I get the stupid flies and go to class. The day drags on and I just want to go to school and I just wind up skipping my last 3 classes and going to Wendy's and just sitting there and eating until my school's classes over and drove home. My dad wasn't home, probably out day drinking. And I go get the cleaning supplies from the garage and bleach the carpet back to while and scrub my blood off the walls and pick up all the broken glass pieces from the living room And pack up my things and pile it next to my door and take a nap.
Author's note:
I just want to put a little note because this is my first published book so please share with your friends and give me plenty of feedback on how I can be a better writer. Also, I am so sorry that this is short but I will be posting chapters 3 to 4 times a week and sometimes double posting.
Look forward to new chapters every Monday. Wednesday. Friday and every other Saturday.
Love dontyouwish XOXO ❤️
