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__________ tw; domestic violence
You wanted to open the entry doors of your house but your father was quicker to do so. He pulled you in by your hair and threw you on the floor. Your mother was way too drunk to take any action.
He didn't hesitate to hit you, right in the face, making it even rougher than usual considering he was drunk. You manage to pull away and wipe off the blood from your nose;
-"I was just twenty minutes late! I didn't skip class! I'm sorry dad I-"-he pulled you closer to him by your shirt and as he was about to take all his anger and frustration out on you, somebody started aggressively knocking on the doors.
-"At this time?"-your mother said with her hoarse voice.
-"Hold her."-your father said as he pushed you in your mother's arms. She smelled like alcohol. It instantly made you sick to your stomach.
-"Do what he says and this won't happen..."-your mom whispered to you. You just looked away from her as your eyes filled with tears when she put her hand over your mouth, trying to quiet you down while your father opened the doors.
-"There is nobody there..."-your dad said in confusion before slamming the doors closed.
-Your mom let you go and your father pulled you again, by your neck this time.
-"I will make sure you stay up the whole night, so you can make it in time tomorrow. Then at 5am you'll walk to school in cold. How about that? How many fucking times does it take you to learn!? Go to your room. Don't you try to sleep because I will check on you. Understood?"
-"Y-yes."-you grabbed your backpack and ran upstairs. As you threw your bag on the floor of your room, scissors fell out of it. After staring at them for quite some time, you grabbed them and stepped in front of the mirror;
-"No more hair to pull on."-tears poured from your eyes as you watched locks of your shiny, long hair fall to the ground.
-"Doesn't look that bad I guess."-you said as you collected the hair from the floor and threw it in the bin.
You went to the bathroom and sat in the tub, letting hot water pour on your back. You wrapped your hands around your legs and brought your head to your knees.
-"Why do I always act like such failure? I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry I'm not the girl I ought to be."
-Lifting your head up, your glance fell to the little window above your bathtub. You brushed your palm against the foggy glass and saw somebody standing right across the road in front of your house. As a car crossed the road, so did the person disappeared. You forgot about it later in the night.
Knowing your dad wouldn't allow you to sleep, you just sat on your bed, watching the night sky, trying to keep yourself from sleeping by constantly drinking coffee.
You watch the sun come up while covering a bruise on your eye with foundation. Considering you were never a makeup expert, it wasn't the most glorious thing you've ever done but you had no other choice.
You put on a basic outfit and head downstairs. Your father who was sitting on the couch with a can of beer in his hand mocks your hair as soon as he sees you-"You look even worse now."
-Ignoring his comments, you forcibly left the house at 5:30 even if your first class, which was again; english- starts at 8.
Your dad would literally murder you if he somehow found out you were on the bus, and he would find out- considering he knows the whole neighborhood and further.
Walking wasn't a bore to you. You liked to take walks with soft music playing from your earphones. Around 6:30 you were in front of school, earliest you could possibly get inside was 7, when the teachers arrive, but no teacher was actually as nice to care enough and let you inside.
You played some dumb games on your phone until it was exactly 7:00. You saw a lady in a long purple coat walking up to school. She stops before you and looks at you in confusion;
-"Ms. (y/l/n) or am I mistaken?"
-"Oh... Yeah it's me, good morning."
-"What are you doing here? You look horrible..."
-"Wow... Thanks. I didn't have the best day yesterday."
-"Hm? Want to come in and tell me about it?"
-"Would you really be that nice?"
-"Only this once. Please don't bring this up ever again."
-"Alright."
-"Alright? Not a thank you, Ms. Venable for letting me inside school so I don't sit in the cold for one more full hour?"
-"Thank you I guess..."
-"With attitude? I thought I told you good girls use their manners."
-"I'm sorry, I'll act more politely Ms. Venable."
-"Good. Come with me."
-"You and her walked to the entry doors which she unlocked. As soon as you walked into school, you felt warmth again. You looked at your red, cold palms that you barely felt by now.
-"Wear gloves next time."
-"Yeah... I really should."
-Ms. Venable looked away and continued walking to her classroom. When you two arrived, she pointed with her finger for you to settle down at the seat in the front. You did so and you watched Ms. Venable take off her purple coat as a wind of perfume with a vibrant smell blew you away.
She sat down and looked at some papers she had to get done. Ms. Venable pulled an apple out of her violet bag and held it in her left hand. She would occasionally take a bite. You were too afraid to say anything, so the two of you just sat in silence. You opened your notebook and started drawing Ms. Venable. The view of this lovely looking woman left you quite gazed. You only wished to express smells, sounds and every other detail in the picture.
You were carried away while drawing and the next look made you realize Ms. Venable wasn't there anymore. You sensed her presence next to you;
-"You are good. Really good. And what do you think about mine?"-she said as she placed a drawing of you next to your drawing of her.
