Bellamy
3 years ago - Freshman year
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Three weeks into the school year and it was the first time I was ever late getting home. The only time my parents ever beat me home. I rushed into the house only to find my mother waiting for me. I had been taking punches all my life so I immediately braced myself, protecting my main organs. She beat on me for so long that my muscles cramped from protecting myself.
"You useless fuck! How hard is it to follow my rules? You are so lazy and ungrateful for all that I do! After everything I've done for you!" She screamed.
I could smell the alcohol on her breath but I kept my mouth shut since I knew saying anything would make her angrier. At me or whatever she was actually upset at, who knew. When she decided she was done with me, she screamed a few last profanities at me then stormed out of the house. I stayed where I was until I was sure she was gone. I didn't move until I heard the car roll out of the driveway.
I peeled myself off the floor of our kitchen and made my way to the bathroom. Thankfully the only visible wound would be my busted lip and I could explain that away. I'm really clumsy and fall all the time anyway. I ran my hands over my body, wincing as I brushed over my ribs. I'm fairly sure she fractured at least two ribs, and my whole body would be covered with bruises by tomorrow.
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I dragged myself to school the next day trying my best not to limp outwardly. Everyone was whispering and glancing at my busted lip but I couldn't muster the energy to care. I was tired, in pain, and high as a goddamn kite. I couldn't sleep with the pain in my ribs so instead I smoked enough to get me through the day. By the time I made it to 4th period I was in the giggly stage of my high, which was absolute shit because they sat me right next to Levi, the asshole. He hated me and here I was sitting next to him, giggling hysterically at my thought. He kept glancing over at me but I'm sure it's because he was annoyed that I couldn't be quiet for the life of me today.
I raised my hand.
"Yes, Bellamy?" Mr. Aster, the teacher questioned.
"Can I be excused to the bathroom? I need some water" I manage to ask, lying through my teeth.
"Sure, fill out the hallpass then you can go." He replied, annoyed with my bullshit.
I grabbed my waterbottle and booked it from the room. I only had enough time to make it to the boys bathroom in E hall before I started getting actually sick so I yelled that I was coming in to puke. Which is exactly what I did. Thankfully it was deserted. I skipped the rest of the day in that bathroom though I managed to get up and lock the door so no one would come in. I know my body would start shutting down eventually, though until then I pretended I was fine.
At the end of the day, I stumbled my way home in a hurry, thankfully beating my parents home. I needed to start dinner so I wouldn't get hit again, I'm not sure my body could handle it.
