Silent Beauty

Silent Beauty: Chapter Two

Chapter 2:

Ally’s POV:

After lunch all I could think about was Liam. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around why he was making an effort to be near me. Nobody has ever done that before. They just hear the gossip and decide it’s not worth hanging around with an emo mute freak.

                I don’t mind that much though. It makes it easier to hide my secret. If somebody found out about my dad, it would horrible. People would look at me with pity and I don’t need their pity or sympathy. They might even make fun of me more for it, and that is something I definitely don’t need.

Liam probably just hasn’t heard much about me yet. By tomorrow he will just ignore me like everybody else or he will make fun of me. I tried to tell myself that I didn’t care, and it didn’t matter if he was just like everybody else, but for some reason it hurt to think that he would disregard me like the other students.

No. I don’t care. I am a loner and no boy is going to change that. I’ve spent the last 11 years building up walls around my heart and I’m not going to let some new kid break them down in a day. No. I won’t let him.

This is ridiculous. I’ve never thought about one person so much, and I need to stop. Even if I wanted to be friends with Liam, it would never work. I could never tell him about my father, and I could never hide the fact that I was beat if he were to see me without my hood. I almost always have bruises on my face, so I always use my hair and black hoodie as a shield.

Subconsciously, I pulled my hood tighter around my face as the final bell of the day rang. Luckily I didn’t have any more classes with Liam so I didn’t have to deal with him either trying to talk to me or rejecting me because he finally heard the rumors about me.

Most people think I am depressed for no reason and they think I cut myself, but that’s not true. I have never cut myself. Why should I try to feel more unnecessary pain? I am usually too hurt to even move after my father’s beatings. I don’t need more blood loss and hurt just so I can “feel better” although I’m not sure how cutting yourself could make you feel better.

Anyways, they can think whatever they want. It’s not like I’m going to correct them. They aren’t worth the time. They proved that as I walked out and they all gave me disgusted looks like I was no better than the dirt on the shoe. That’s what they think of me as, the dirt on their expensive designer shoes.

I sighed as I began the walk home. My dad will probably be angry that I left this morning without making him breakfast, but I just wanted to get out of the house before he found another reason to hit me. I will probably pay for it now though.

As I neared the house, I mentally braced myself for the abuse that I knew was coming when I walked through the door. I was scared, but I would never show it, so as I walked up the driveway leading to the house, I kept my face emotionless.

I barely glanced at the dead garden that was my mother’s pride and joy before she left. I let a few good memories of my mother and I planting flowers in the garden before I pushed the thoughts away and locked the memories away once again as I opened the door.

As I walked in, I let out a quiet sigh of relief when I saw my father sleeping or passed out on the couch in the living room. Looks like I dodged the bullet this time. I crept up the stair thinking about how lucky I was, but my thoughts were cut off when I heard thundering footsteps behind me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here it comes, and it’s not going to be pretty.

“YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST COME HOME LATE AND SNEAK PAST ME?!” He screamed and I could smell the alcohol on his breath which meant he would be extra rough. I wanted so badly to scream back saying that I was in fact not late and I had every reason to sneak past him, but I didn’t knowing the beating would just be worse if I did. So I just kept quiet.