Insecutities

Chapter 1

'How dare you disobey me!' Father bellowed, thrusting his half empty alcohol bottle in the air. The whole place was a trash, curtains ripped, windows smashed and empty bottles covered the floor.

My six year old self scampered behind the worn out leather sofa, hoping that father doesn't see me. Mother hopelessly trying to calm my irate father, but failing miserably. It was the first time I'd seen father like this and quite frankly i was petrified. A ear piercing sound echoed through out the room. My mother, cowering helplessly on the floor, her hands shaking above her head.

Father walked across to the kitchen side and pulled open the draw, rooting around to find the desired utensil. He pulled out a gigantic knife and stumbled back over towards my conscious mother. He lifted the knife up and slashed it back down. Blood splattered everywhere. I ran out.......

I sprung up off my bed, drenched in sweat. The images replaying in my head of that dreadful night. I swallowed back the tears, the massive lump in the back of my throat. I shakily got up, my legs like jelly. I walked towards the bathroom, glancing in the mirror and looking at the mess. I hated my reflection, it reminded me of father. I had my mothers hair, long curly black hair. Unfortunately, I had my fathers look, pale complexion and bright green eyes. However, the brightness in my life went away a long time ago.

It was Monday, so that meant i had school. I hate school, Spitballs, labels and humourless names. I dressed in my casual clothes (my only clothes). I grabbed my worn out backpack and walked to school. I gave up getting in the bus as I was getting paper aeroplanes threw at me and other things. I got to school on time, but i was soaked as the bus driver splashed the muddy puddle water at me. I was drenched from head to toe, i tied my greasy hair  into a ponytail and strode through school. I shuffled through the hall, ignoring the petty names being shouted towards me. My head was hung low, until i walked into something..... Or someone to be precise. I glanced up and saw the popular boy, Cassiel Ryder. My textbooks and my personal scrapbook scattered all across the floor, covered in mud. Cassiel bent down and picked them up and looked in my scrapbook. I stood there shocked as he smiled, flicking threw each page. Hastily, I snatched it off him. But my sleeve rode up my arm showing freshly deep cuts. I pulled my sleeve down, grabbed my books and ran. Mumbled cries off my name followed me, until i got into class. I shuffled towards my seat right at the back of class. Whispers of my name and bullshit lies spread around the class.

Stacy, the school slut walked in, her arm snaked around Cassiels, like she was an adder, strangling and suffocating her prey. Her beady eyes glared all around the classroom, until they landed on me. Her fake nails pointed towards me as she said "Oh look skanky Stella has graced us with her presence." All eyes turned into me. My cheeks flushed red and i fumbled to say something witty back, but nothing came.
   "Cats got your tounge?" She smirked at me, the whole class laughing. I shrank even lower in my uncomfortable chair, hoping she'd stop. Cassiel's eyes were filled with regret, Sympathy? I have no clue.
  "I bet your the reason why your mother died, you did it" she said, venom flicking out off her vicious mouth. She strutted over towards me in her high heels and placed both hands onto my desk.
"You did didn't you? You dirty little...." She didn't get to finish her sentence as my fist flew about, and blood from her nose sprayed everywhere.
"Sorry class, i got....." Mrs.Smith looked down at a bloody Stacy and my fists curling at my sides. She looked horrifically and demanded someone explained what had happened. One of Stacy's followers spoke up saying that I'd just flipped out. Mrs.Smith sent me to the head teachers office. Sweat dripped down my forehead. The headteachers office? Ive never been to the headteachers office. My hands shook as i tried to grab the door knob, my hands were covered in sweat and i struggled to open the door. Cassiel opened the door without a problem, flashing me a note to go to the headteachers office as well.
    He grabbed my slip and his and crumpled them up and chucked them in the bin. My mouth in the shape of an 'o'. Why did he do that? Did he want to get into even more trouble? Even though he did nothing.
He smirked at me. "You can stop drooling now."

"I....I.... Wasn't" I stuttered. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along, Dragging me outside.
"That punch that you did in there was.....well it was legendary, Who taught you to do that?" He asked, smiling.
"No one, Its only self defence." I said, still in shock. He pulled me towards his car. A black Mercedes, no scratch or anything on it. It was beautiful. He opened the passenger door and helped me in. He drove past all the estates, until he got to my flat.

"How did you know where i lived?" I asked,curiously.

"There's alot of things you don't know about me." He said smirking.

He walked me to my door. I fumbled around in my backpack, trying to find my keys. I pulled them out and opened the door slightly.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked, putting puppy eyes on.

I looked at the state of my flat inside and decided that wasn't the best idea.

"No..." I said and slammed the door.