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Chapter 3

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Amys POV

Whilst walking home from school today I could feel my deep black cloud settling down over me, it swamped my thoughts and my emotions. All I had was the gut wrenching fear of what awaited me as I passed through the equivalent of the gates of hell. Sometimes I ask myself why don't I run away? But I feel like I deserve it, it is my fault.

Before I knew it I had made it 'home' thankfully I was alone.

As alone as I could be with these deep thoughts that were clouding my mind, I edged my way up the rickety old stairs, that were weakened with use and alcohol soaking into the wood. I got to my room, and as I pushed my bleak thoughts to the side; the first thing that entered my mind was Kier.

I am so happy - as happy as I get - to have an actual friend who isn't only friends with me because we both got bullied.

My thoughts became blurry, and white spots danced across my vision coupled with excruciating hunger pains, I knew I should have eaten something, so I headed back down the stairs and made a baked potato and beans, my favourite meal, my mum used to make it for me, before she left us. I knew I had an hour before he stumbled through the door with tonights girl.  So I quickly ate my dinner, washed up and was just clearing the surfaces as he walked in, he just had time to shut the front door and lean back against it, before she was on her knees and working his belt buckle free. He caught sight of me, and said "Take some pointers, you'll need them." I sprinted up the stairs and into my room, I could feel my chest tightening with hate. I ran straight to my mirror and grabbed the shard of glass, without hesitation I dragged it across my wrist, again and again, with each slice my chest loosened and I was able to breathe again. I felt safe, to a degree, while she was here, he would leave me alone. So, I pulled my dresser infront of my closed door, and made the best barricade I could with the little furniture I had at my disposal.
He only pounded on my door once that night, in the early hours, asking me for cash to pay her, and so I slipped out a twenty pound note, from my savings hoard. Aware that if I wanted to leave, I would have to do it soon.

When I woke up for school the next day, I felt oddly relieved. I had made it through another night. And I was going to see Kier again, and my first shift, waiting tables was tonight. I got up, pleased to see the bruises on my face were more yellowed now. Thanking my lucky stars for my fast healing gene. I headed down the stairs, jumping over him, passed out drunk on the floor. I made myself a proper breakfast, beans on toast and scrambled eggs.
I finished my breakfast, quickly packed some food for lunch and mentally noted what I needed to order online from the shop. Mildly concerned that it meant stealing his card again... But I decided to not dwell on that, and instead got myself showered, dressed, and out of the door, without paying much attention to the clock. Realising once I was at school, I was half an hour early. I wondered down to the little cluster of trees, overlooking the pond and sat on a tree stump. I got out my maths book, and started sketching in the back. I was completely lost in my task so I didn't hear Kier come up behind me. And flew off of the tree stump when I felt his hand gently tap my shoulders.
His hands landed on my waist from behind in order to steady me, and his warm breath danced across my cheek "Amy, its me, its Kier." It took everything in me to not lean back against him, and instead walk out of his hold. Immediately I missed the warmth of his hands, the heat radiating from his chest soothing my back. "Sorry I scared you. What are you doing out here?"
Breathing to calm my accelerated heart rate, I realised he asked me a question; "Hi, ummm I was just killing some time, I got here a tad early, and I came here and kind of started drawing and then you came and here we are." I stuttered and breathed through my awkwardness, adding a small smile, I kicked my feet and targeted a crunchy leaf with my right foot. I glanced up, meeting Kiers amused smile, and again, my heart raced and a blush crept up and over my cheeks.
"Well, this is a lovely place to draw, I would love to be able to draw, but sadly, the extent of my skills reside in being awkward and meeting pretty girls.". Idly I pondered who he had met and spoken to, other than Jane he hadn't bumped into anyone, that I knew of, at the very least. Instead I gathered my things and bit my lip, wondering how to ask him what lessons he had first and second. As if sensing my awkwardness, Kier jumped in and asked me:-

"Which lessons have you got first and second? And where are we spending break time?"

"I have psychology and art, you? Umm... how about here for break time?"

"I have sociology and art, I guess I will see you during second. And here sounds good for break time, now, where on earth am I heading?"

I chuckled and told Kier to follow me, which he did, and we walked into school together, I stopped at his door and told him to wait there during changeover and I would walk with him to art. He mockingly saluted me and stood to attention, leaving me to chuckle and walk away. I headed up the stairs and sat down in my seat, tugging my headphones out of my ears and placing them in my bag as I pulled out my paper and pencil case.

The lesson dragged and I found myself looking forward to art even more than usual,

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The happy thoughts began flooding back, they shot out of my mind like a feather in a storm, up and away out of my reach. As a consequence of the front door slamming open, and rattling on its hinges.

With his booming slurred voice ricocheting off the walls throughout the battered house.

"Where are you, you slut?"

I could already feel myself going into autopilot as my mind blacked out what happened next. My last thought was as I pushed the piece of glass into its place, wrapping bandages around my wrist and seeing his evil, grin appearing around my door frame. My heartbeat speeding up along with the icy cold slivers of fear piercing my heart.

The last thing I heard was his throaty growl as he threw me onto the mattress despite the endless screams erupting from my already split lips. He silenced me with the back of his hand across my temple and I fell into the deep abyss of peacefulness whilst my body was in hell.