(Saturday)
Claire's Pov:
I woke up to a car driving into the garage. Knowing it was my parents car I sighed and stood up quickly throwing some black skinny jeans on. I pit a black shirt on and brushed my hair heading towards the living room.
"We're back" my parents called as if we were a normal family
"Hey" I said and they turned their heads to me
"Oh my god" my mother screeched
"you fucking slut dared to die your hair blue" my father yelled
"It's my hair" I told them
They sighed knowing this conversation wouldn't take them anywhere.
"Did you have a boy over? "
He asked
"No"
"Why are you lying. It reaks of sex" he yelled again
"No it doesn't" I yelled as loud as I could.
"Don't you dare talk to us like that you ugly whore" my mother said raising her voice
I sighed and not long after I was already on the floor whimpering in pain
"Shit" I whispered.
My parents continued to hit me for about an hour until I fell unconscious.
It was already dark when I woke up so I took a quick shower trying to ignore the stinging. Everything hurt so much but it still wasn't enough.
I wanted to hurt more. I took my blade and set it on my wrist on my left arm.
I took a deep breathe beginning to cry. This the only way out. I began to cut hoping it was enough to kill me because I don't have the gut to kill myself.
Soon my skin was covered in blood and cuts. I washed it off and put on a large Sweater and black jeans. As soon as i was finished I went to sleep.
Why am I not able to die? Can't my parents accidentally kill me?
I couldn't sleep for a few hours. But when I was finally able to sleep I had a nightmare.
"No! Stop it! I can't. "
"Shut up you whore" my dad yelled at me raping me. He had done it a few times
"Please" I cried pinned to a wall as my dad kept on thrusting.
"I'm sorry" I told him again.
I don't know. Maybe that's the reason why I mostly fall in love with girls.
A hour later my dad was finished. I slid down my wall crying as my father left the room. I put new clothes on and ran out of the house screaming in pain. My mind and body was in pain.
It started to rain but I didn't care.
I was running for hours.
As I stopped the first time I saw that I was at a park I have never been before. There was a boy sitting on the bench.
I didn't know why but I walked towards him. The boy turned out to be Seth
"Seth? " I asked
"Claire? "
"Why are you out here in the rain" I asked
"I can't be home right now"
"My mom is angry at me. And you?" he looked sad asking me
"I was out on a walk and it started raining"
"Liar" he said so quietly I could barely hear it
"What? " I asked him confused
"Liar" he jumped on top if me hitting me. He repeated the same word over and over again "liar"
I suddenly woke up with cold sweat dripping down my face. It felt hard to breathe. Everything was hurting.
After a while I calmed down. No. Seth would never do that.
This weekend is a nightmare. No. It is hell
YOU ARE READING
Please save me
RomanceClair has always been the lonely one. Everyone hates her and wants to stay as far away from her as possible. At Least that's what she thought until she met this one guy called Seth.
