Chapter 3: New School, New People

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"No...no....she can't be gone, she can't be!" I woke up with a start. I shot up straight in the air, panting. Tears streamed my face. It's like living that day, over and over again, nonstop. I shot a quick glance at the clock, 4:52 am.

I lay back down on my pillow, trying to calm down. Ever since the death of my mom, I had that same dream, over and over again. My conscience is eating me alive with it like there is no escape.

Knowing I won't fall back to sleep, I got up and decided to take a shower and get out of these clothes. I grabbed a long-sleeved sweater type shirt that said Don't Mess With Me on it and a pair of leggings. I also grabbed my black beat up converse before heading to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, watching my hair with strawberry shampoo and then lathered my body in soap that smelled like lilac. Once I was done I wrapped myself in a white fluffy towel; which I took from the box I had brought up to my room.

I tied my hair up into a bun before I slipped my towel off and put on my bra, a new one of course not the same one I wore last night and underwear before I put on my shirt and leggings. I slipped on a pair of ankle cut socks and then put on my converse.

Once I was dressed I took my hair down and began to comb through it with my fingers making it less tangled before I plugged up my hair dryer, which I also grabbed from that box with my towel, and began to dry my long brown hair.

When my hair was dry I began my make-up, hiding any visible bruises that may be on my face or any part of my skin showing. I put my make-up brush on the counter and then exited the bathroom, once back into my room I grabbed bag before glancing at the clock, 6:30 am.

I quickly hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen to begin their breakfast. I usually skip breakfast, mainly because I'm not allowed to get any and other times I just don't feel like eating in the morning. Even though people say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it is not the most important to me.

Anytime I get to eat is a blessing to me.

When I finally got their breakfast done I set plates out for them. When I heard my father's shoes coming down the steps I quickly headed out the door, making myself scarce and then hurried off to school. As for the moment, that's my only place I'll be able to escape, except that Mack will be there.

He, Mack, is worse than my father at tormenting me. Once your own brother has forced you into having sex, then you don't know the pain that I've been through and continue to go through. Of course, our father doesn't know a thing about Mack forcing me to have sex with him, if he did, he wouldn't have cared one bit, only beat me worse and calling me a slut because of it then blame me for it.

Clearing my head, as I walked to school I found myself running into the girl from yesterday. "Hey Lena," The girl whose name is Izabella said to me.

"Hey Iza," I said as we continued to walk.

"So you're going to go to West Fields High?" She asked questioning me.

"Yeah, my brother will be there too," I told her. This got her to perk up a bit.

"You didn't mention you had a brother." She told me.

Well duh! I didn't mention it because I don't know you and plus, we only just met yesterday! Of course, I didn't say that out loud of course. "Um...yeah I do, he is a Senior this year," I told her.

"You totally have to introduce me to him!" I looked at her like she was crazy. She wanted me meet my brother! Of all the people in the world, she could meet she wants to meet him!

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