Chapter 2 - Hit me again. I dare you.

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"End my misery."

-Diana Tran, 2016

Warning: Mature Language

Willows P.O.V

The outfit is Willow's outfit for school. :D

I woke up with a start when I heard the door slam. My aunt is home...

I heard footsteps coming towards my room. Soon the door to my room was flung open.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" She screamed at me.

"Taking a nap. Leave me alone." I turned over to go back to sleep, but she grabbed my wrist and flung me on the floor. The pain from the hard floor stunned me.

She took that chance to kick me, which knocked the wind out of me.

She grabbed my hair and yanked me close to her face. "How dare you say that to me! Who took you in when your mom died!?" She was so close you could smell the alcohol in her breath.

She slapped me across the face, which caused me to bite my tongue.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

I spat blood out of my mouth. "Hit me again. I dare you."

And she did, until she got tired. It was 2 am in the morning. I am bruised and beaten half to death. I still have to do my homework and now I have to clean the blood off the floor. Life is sooooooo great. That was sarcasm, by the way.

I did my homework and cleaned the blood, after that I put medicine on my cuts and wrapped up my bruised ribs. It was around 5 am. I didn't feel like going back to sleep so I decided to start getting ready for school.

I put makeup on to cover all my cuts and bruises. Then I chose a black crop top and a black skirt to wear. I tied a red flannel around my waist. Then, I slipped on some black knee high socks and paired them with brown boots. I was lucky I didn't have many bruises on my legs. Even if I did my socks covered them. I've had to live with this abuse since I was 10. It is sad to say this but... I'm used to it.

I packed my bag and snuck out of the house. Today, I will treat myself with some Starbucks! It isn't very far from the school.

When I got to Starbucks, there was only a few people in the small coffee shop, most of them are employees. I walked up to the barista. She is a small, shy, cute, asian girl. She seems like she was around 5ft or 4'11. She has long, straight black hair with beautiful brown eyes.

"Uh.. Welcome to Starbucks... M-May I take your order?" She mumbled.

I looked at her name tag, it said Dana. "Hi Dana. I would like a caramel frappe."

"Um... Coming right up!" She hurried off to make my frappe. She came back shortly with the best looking caramel frappe I have ever seen. Apparently, I stared at it with my mouth open for quite a while because she had to clear her throat to get my attention.

"That will be 3.75."

"Oh.. Uh.." I pulled out my wallet and handed her the money. "Here you go."

I took the frappe and sipped it. My mouth exploded into a world of flavor. This woman deserves a huge tip. I'm poor unfortunately.... "This is the best frappe I've ever tasted and seen." I put five dollars on the counter.

"T-thank you!" I heard her call out before I left.

I made short work of the frappe on my way too school. It was delicious.

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