Running From The Beast

chapter 2

I wake up feeling slightly less depressed today. I wonder why I woke up on my own today? I wander down the stairs to a lonely house, "finally" I say and put some tv on. I finally have some alone time, but sadly I get interrupted because the c u next Tuesday comes home from what she was doing so I quickly turn the tv off and start doing the dishes.

"What the hell were you doing"? My stepmom says in a rude kind of way. "I was washing the dishes." She walked up to me and smacked me so hard on the cheek it went numb "before you were washing the dishes." I didn't answer and that was a bad idea because she hit me again on the other cheek but this time it was harder and it made me fall on the floor.

"Where's dad" I asked and she just ignored me. I try louder this time "WHERE IS DAD"? She looks at me gives me a small little smirk and says "he's at work, he will be back any minute. She leaves the kitchen and goes in the living room, "Oh and before you tell your father what just happened, he won't believe you."

I glare at her and stomp up the stairs because she is right, no one will believe me. They will think I am saying it for attention, my dad also doesn't believe that I have depression but that's only because of my wicked stepmother. People also dont believe me because they say "Well you've never self harmed in any way so you must not be that depressed." You don't need to self harm to be depressed.

I don't believe in self harming, it doesn't get you anywhere and it only hurts the people that actually care about you. Why don't you stay with your actual mom, you ask, well she died when I was 7 and I was forced to stay with my dad even though I didn't want to, but the court made me any way.

I sit on my bed and look in the mirror and that's when I noticed that I was crying. I had two big hand marks on my face. I tried covering it up with some make up when I noticed my dad knock on my door. "Hon are you okay..." I was about to open the door when I heard him say "Ella told me a bunch of kids beat you up today" I quickly locked my door and ran to my bed hoping he doesn't hear me crying. "Open the door honey, I can help with this" I throw a pillow at the door and scream "no you can't help with this, nobody can help" I guess he left because he hasn't answered in a while.

I open my bedroom door to listen to see if anyone is up, which they are. I think they are watching tv. I grab a towel and run into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I hope the she devil doesn't notice me. I finish up with my shower and I wrap myself in a towel and open the door and there she is. Standing right in front of the door way so I can't leave the bathroom. "Did you ask to shower"? I looked at her with fright and shook my head no. I was waiting for her to hit me again but all she said was "your father doesn't feel good, make him some soup."

I hope he is okay. He has been sick for a while and it hasn't gone away. I hear him late at night coughing his lungs out. I start to wonder what sickness he has. I walk in the kitchen grab a pot and start making him some chicken noodle soup to help soothe his throat.

"When you are done, do every dish in that sink" I look at her and roll my eyes. "You wanna roll those eyes at me again, little girl, go ahead see what happens" she was threatening me, so I rolled my eyes again, hoping this time she left a bruise but all she did was grab me by my hair again. "Don't you fucking roll your eyes at me again, I am the parent and you are the child, you listen to me and don't do anything else, do you hear me"? I manage to squeak out a small yes, and she lets go of my hair and leaves the room.

I noticed that the chicken noodle soup was boiling over so I turned the stove off and put it a bowl, and walk up stairs. I knock on the door and he doesn't answer. I knock again, but still nothing. I decide to open the door and look to see why he isn't answering me. "Oh you're just sleeping" I say to myself. I try and wake him up by shaking him lightly but he doesn't budge. "DAD, PLEASE WAKE UP".