Broken

.2.

Grace.

End of the school day. If I'm honest I don't want to go home. Being there is hell. For more wrong it sounds my hell is in home instead of school.

My parents are alcoholics. Both. And they don't really like me. They treat me bad. I have an older sister but she doesn't likes me either. The only difference between me and her is that my parents actually love her. They put me to do the chores of the house that means cleaning all the house, doing the dishes. You know the usual. But that's not the bad part; I actually don't mind doing the chores. The bad part is that if I don't do them right or they don't like how things turn out, they beat the living shit out of me. I don't know why. They always say I'm a mistake, they don't let me go out with my friends. Once I asked and they, well got mad, ever since then I never asked again. If I don't arrive at my house at time after school they get mad and beat me up.

I started quickly walking back 'home' after saying my goodbyes to my friends. They don't know the reasons why I go so fast and I don't go out. I'm not planning on telling them either.

"Hey Grace!" I stopped and looked back to find Chris there. Why is this guy talking to me all of the sudden?

"I have to go Chris" I yelled back at him and quickly started walking towards my house ignoring his calls.

I arrived home at time and entered to the house. Both my mum and dad were sitting at the couch. I silently closed the door and walked upstairs to my room. I opened the door and closed it behind me, letting my bag next to the door and sitting in my bed. I changed from my uniform to normal cloth, once I was done, I walked downstairs to make myself something to eat. My parents were still sitting in the couch.

"Grace" spoke my dad. Shit.

"Yes dad?" I asked from the kitchen.

"Don't be so fucking useless and clean the house" and there goes my food. I have to do things at the time they want because if I don't, well they get mad and beat me up. I put away all the things I was going to use to make my sandwich and quickly started by cleaning the kitchen that was a disaster. Broken bottles were in the floor as well as glasses, there was alcohol in the floor.

Once I was done with the kitchen I continued the dinning room. The table was full of trash, boxes of Chinese food, pizza, bags of chips as well as more bottles of alcohol were all stuck up on top of the table. I quickly cleaned everything up before grabbing the broom making my best to leave the floor clean. Next I went to the living room were my parents were sitting at the couch. I cleaned all the mess of the center table just leaving the bottles of alcohol there for them to drink, afterwards, continued giving the floor a sweep and I was finally done.

"I'm done dad. Anything else?" I asked him. He stood up and checked if I made it all right.

"No. Now get your ugly ass face to your room. I don't want to see you anymore" he yelled and I quickly nodded, letting the broom were its supposed to be.

I entered to my room and sat in the bed and put music on. After a while of just laying in my bed I saw I had a message.

From Chris. 5:00pm
Hey Grace. It's Chris from French class...

I laughed because we have all classes together, it's not like we only have French and who doesn't knows who Chris is?

To Chris. 5:02pm
Chris, we have all classes together haha...

From Chris. 5:03pm
I know but I asked for your phone at French class haha anyways what are you doing?

Why is he talking to me? Like don't get me wrong, he's popular and I'm no one.

To Chris. 5:05pm
Listening music, yourself?

From Chris. 5:06pm
Same! What are you listening to?

To Chris. 5:06pm
Photograph from the genius of Ed Sheeran<3

From Chris. 5:07pm
Ethan, Jakob and I sang that song at the X Factor... Why did you went to quickly out of school?

To Chris.                   5:08pm
I know I saw... Uhm I gtg bye Chris!

I let my phone down since I heard my mum yell at me from downstairs. I quickly paused the Music and let my earphones in the bed. I ran downstairs and to were my mum and dad were waiting for me. For my bad luck they looked so mad. I'm ready for the beat up.

"Yes mum?" I said almost in a whisper. My voice didn't came out.

"You didn't made the dishes!" She yelled grabbing me from my hair and pulling me into the kitchen. How in the world did I forgot about the dishes?! Oh god this is going to hurt. She grabbed a knife and all I could think of was 'please don't stab me'. She didn't stabbed me but instead she grabbed my arm and made a cut to my wrist, damn it hurt so bad. Almost instantly you could see the blood coming out of my arm and making its way down.

"Mum! Please stop it hurts!" I pleaded. She made a second cut and I started crying because the pain was horrible. I have never cut myself before.

"This is for you to not forget about doing the dishes next time" she said letting go of my arm and putting the bloody knife in the dishes that I have to wash.

"Now clean yourself and do the dishes!" She yelled again and I nodded.

"Oh and no word of this okay?" She yelled once again and I nodded. With that I heard her footsteps going away. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself. My arm looked so bad. Once I was done cleaning my arm I cleaned the bloody kitchen. Afterwards I washed the dishes and walked towards were my parents were.

"Anything else?" I asked not daring to look at them in the eyes.

"Yeah clean all the bathrooms" my dad said before taking a sip of the alcoholic substance that was in the table.

There's four bathrooms in this house. Looks like it's gonna be a long while. I started by cleaning the bathroom that is downstairs. When I was done I continued with the one that is in my parents room, then I cleaned my sisters bathroom and when I was done I cleaned my bathroom.

"Anything else?" I asked again when I was done with everything.

"No" they answered and that was enough for me to run upstairs and lock myself inside my room. I sat in my bed staring at the cuts my mum made in my arm. A tear came down my cheek just because of the thought of how harsh and cruel my own parents are with me. I'm so broken inside and out you have no idea. I have the worst of lucks. I'm just so hopeless it hurts. I shrugged that off and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Once I was done I put on my pyjamas and made my way to my bed. I laid there and started feeling sleepy. My eyelids were slowly closing of how tired I was and when they closed. I remembered I had homework and I didn't made it.

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