One last string

Chapter 1

My name is Elisa Humming.

I am sixteen years old.

I have nothing left, but the little freedom and choices I have.

My life is the description of hell.

I am nearly broken.
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"Get your lazy mother fucking ass up and get me some breakfast, bitch!" his voice hung in the empty house.

"Yes, sir." I shout back. I still don't know why we lived in this house. The memories were like a painful gash and this building only added to it.

"Well hurry up!" then that was my cue that I couldn't stay any longer. I race to the kitchen, still in my PJ's. The kitchen counter was devoured by bottles or whiskey and cans of beer.

Also to add to the revolting collecting, there were was empty packets of cigarets and meth. But that was no match to the height of the stacks of pizza boxes, stacked up in the corners and against the wall.

It made my throat gag every morning when I step foot in this room. Breakfast was simple; vegemite on toast with a coffee. It was same with the groceries, that I buy; milk, bread, a spread (for the toast), coffee and loads of prepared meals.

I was fortunate to have a shopping centre down the road that had subway, Chinese or seafood. I couldn't stand eating in this house or making my lunch here.

I made my uncle his breakfast and went off into the room and set it on his bedside table. I knew what he was doing. The only reason he was staying here was because I was still in school, but that grew old in the first few months. I was practically finished high school in six months.

"What took so long?" He sounded groggy and I knew he was on a bad hangover.

"It didn't take long at all, sir." I regret it instantly as the words left my lips. "I need to get ready for school." Then I dash to my room, grab my uniform and head to the downstairs bathroom.

After the shower, I got dressed in long maroon sweat pants, loose sport top and pull over jumper. It didn't care whether I had sport or not. I wore that outfit everyday to hide as much skin as possible.

I grab a small backpack with the little things I have and grab my bike. I was ridding to the that Chinese shop to get some 'honey soy pork' but without the sauce so they gave me a little extra since I was a regular customer.

I had a whole system when It came to meals. On Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays I had some sort of Chinese. On Thursday and Friday I had a sub from Sub-Way. Finally on the weekend, well lets just say I avoid that house as much as possible,

I had lost a lot of weight over the years, since I only had one meal a day - lunch. People at school would become suspicious if I didn't eat, I don't want that to happen.

I had my lunch and I started ridding to the school. Technically, it was less than a ten minute drive. So in my case I usually just get to school on time.

The school grounds were empty as it could be. Seniors lingered the volleyball court in front of the library and juniors crowded under their parade ground.

I take quick sneak peak at my phone; it was twenty past eight. Hopefully, I could sneak into the library without being detected. but this was easier said than done. Unfortunately, I was caught.

"Hey, Elisa!" I hear over the loud banter of chatter.

"Hey, Lib." I call back. Don't get me wrong Libby was a great friend and she was really kind to me - which I don't deserve - all the time, but I need space.

"I tried messaging you on the weekend why didn't you reply?" she asked. Oh how I really want to tell her the truth, but that would mean her calling the cops and me going to Melbourne for Christ sake.

"I was busy Lib. I am really sorry I didn't answer or anything but I was really, truly busy." I pleaded.

"It's ok. No need to cry about it." She whines.

"You never seemed to disappoint me Lib. I am glad to have you as a friend. I can't believe you stuck with me even when I can be a bitch; which is all the time."

"Don't you ever say that about yourself, Elisa! I never want to hear that from you ever again! Is that clear?"

I mockingly saluted her and say "Yes mam'm!" We both laugh and soon the bell rang to head off to class.
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The day passed on pretty well. I was happy for once. I went straight home and inside when a loud, audible smash came from the upstairs living room.

Oh shit.

"I know fucking well you're here bitch! So get your fucking ass up here! I am itchy and have been all fucking day!" My uncles calls could be heard from the other side of the country.

"I-I have h-homework, sir. Can you do it later tonight?" I know it was wishful thinking but you don't know until you have tried it.

"FUCK NO! NOW GET UP HERE!" I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted right there and then to call the police. This was getting out of hand and I was starting to lose hope. Hope was the last thing left and I refuse to be broken.

I walked up the stairs to my room placing my bag on the bed and took off in search for him. I know he was grieving for his loss. I just needed to keep that in mind.

He was in the living room standing over a smashed and ruined painting.

Oh god that was Grandma's painting and he ruined it. Along with all the other photos and portraits.

He stalks over and roughly yanks me by the arm and drags me to his room. The pain increases from the previous encounters. As I punch and kick aimlessly at his chest, arms and legs. But it was no use, my fear was swallowing me hole and he was using it to his advantage just like every other time.

My useless screams were muffled by a cloth, he binds me with. I had to think of something else. I couldn't think about that I am now laying on his bed, my clothes already torn off and my mouth blearily able to make a sound.

"Come on, sweetheart. what happened on the weekend was amazing. I want it to happen again." he taunts me rubbing me up and down and sucks prices of skin in between his lips. One of his hands already cupping my breast.

I wasn't going to give in to him. No the one thing I stood up for was being a virgin. But now he took it from me every night. This is going to stop, I can't take it anymore. However it was too late. I was taken again. I was viciously raped again.