~THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED~
Highest Rankings:
#1 in Xanax
#8 in Parental Abuse
18+ This story does contain mature topics.
Some topics make be triggering.
Sierra Marks grew up sad and depressed while being raised by her drunk father after...
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~ Tuesday ~ ✿
I woke up and rolled to check the time.
4:53
Why can't I ever sleep all night?
I rolled out of bed with a groan and walked into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth while taking in my reflection. My black curly hair was all over the place since I fell asleep with it wet. I ran my finger through it the best I could.
I really didn't want to go to school today, but I knew I had to. Kenzie would kill me.
I did my makeup and made sure my bruises were covered. Luckily they were fading pretty fast. My black eye was mostly yellow and gone by now. My cheek was still a light purple though. And my lip had mostly healed.
I was walking over to my closet when I heard thunder. "Ughhhh not today." I yelled throwing my head back.
I threw on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans then a t-shirt and blue hoodie. Rainy days mean I don't have to dress up.
I walked over to my phone on my bed to text Kenzie, but she had already beaten me to it.
KenzieKenz: Good morning beautiful, it's raining so I'm coming to get you today. I'm leaving now.
Sierra: You're the best! I'll be ready.
I threw my phone in my back pocket and put on my black vans, then picked my bag and up off the floor.
Once, I got out of my room and started going down the stairs, I could hear whispers. I threw my hands in the air and leaned my head back. They're awake, great.
"Morning." I said before I even turned the corner so they knew I was here.
"Good morning sweetheart." My Aunt Stacy said.
"Do you need a ride to school since it's raining." My uncle asked.
"No my friend is already on her way." I said grabbing my keys from the hook.
I watched my aunt whisper something to him then gave him a small shove towards me. "So kiddo, we wanted to talk to you about something." Uncle Henry finally said.
"Great, just great." I mumbled to myself before looking at them.
"I got a call from the rehab last night and your dad will not be back for a while. He has to stay there for at least 3 months." Uncle Henry said.
