Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
"Arghh! " I groan. Another day of school I think to myself. Whoever created school must be a total jerk considering students have to wake up super early for 6 hours of straight torture. I mean I get enough torture everyday living with such an abusive father.
I set out the clothes I going to wear today which is simply, a heavy black nike sweater to cover all the marks and bruises on my arms, a pair of high waisted light blue demin jeans and a pair of black converses.
Being as quiet as I can I try to tip toe my way to the bathroom, to avoid waking up my most likely drunken father. As I make it safely into the bathroom I take at myself in the mirror and realise I look just like my mother. Long brown wavy hair, hazel/green eyes , soft skin with a light texture. I truly miss her so much.
Coming out of the shower I cream my skin thoroughly and apply a gentle coat of concealer to cover where my father, left bruises on my face. I also add a light coat of mascara to extend my lashes just for the sake of it.
All dressed up and ready to head down stairs I hear my father's deep voice groaning whilst I'm guessing looking for alcohol. As I creep downstairs towards the front door, I feel my hair is pulled by my father's strong hand and his large fist makes contact straight with my face leaving me to taste hot blood gushing from the inside of my mouth.
"Where's all my beer gone? " he slurrs.
"There's none left, you finished it all las-" not even finishing my sentence.
My father grabs me by my wrist, and starts punching me in my throat, whilst I drop on the floor he is constantly kicking me in my stomach till I manage to reach he stairs and pull myself up to my bedroom. I feel the warm tears run down my cheeks.
I managed to gain a new bruise due to my father's actions so I re-conceal it so it looks normal. I glance at my phone and realise it's 7:15 and I've got 20 minutes to get to school.
Without thinking I quickly run to the front door and open it and literally run my way to school.
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Sorry, this chapter is a bit short but promise I'll be making longer ones xx
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