Promise

Chapter 12

"Fuck you. You worthless piece of shit." My mom backed me against the wall in the living room, raising her hand.

"Mom." I gasp, clutching my gut. She had already hit me there. And it really hurt.

I'm helpless. I'm worthless. I'm weak. She's right. And I'm so tired. I'm tired of her being right. But I can't do anything.

She brings her hand to contact with my cheek, a scorching pain shooting through it.

"Agh"

I stumble to the right, holding my cheek.

"Stop being so weak!" She screamed at me.

Ow. I sink to the floor.

"Stop it!" She screamed again.

Ow. My body hurts.

"Stop!"

Ow. So much pain.

"Stop!" She screams one last time, and then walking away. Leaving me there alone in our now dark living room.

I need help.

But there's no one.

No one cares.

Help.

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I finally get up.

"Ow ehhhg" I groan and clutch my cheek and side. I'm so sore. And I probably have a dozen bruises.

I probably should check myself out in the bathroom.

I glance at the kitchen clock as I head to the washroom. 4:32 am. Woah.

I quickly lock the door behind me and turn on the light.

I stare at my reflection.

Well what I think that is my reflection.

The girl in the mirrors right side of her face is a deep blue/purple, and her eye swollen. Her lip is still bleeding. She looks tired. Really tired.

This can't be me. This can't be me.

I start to shake, and grasp tightly onto the sides of the sink, struggling to keep myself steady. I carefully turn the water on, dunk my hands under the faucet, and place them gently on my face.

"Owowowowow." I panic at the sting and pull my hands away. I am a complete mess. Oh hey my mom was right.

I push the water off and sit down on the floor, trying to distract myself from my throbbing head and side.

It's weird how much a room can change when you sit on the ground. All the angles are different. You see it in a new way. It's interesting.

I can't believe I haven't had a breakdown yet.

I spoke to soon.

I sniffle, and close my eyes, trying to calm myself down again.

But then the same memory hits me, guilt washing over my face. My disgusting, beat up face.

I had slapped Luke. Not as hard. But I'm turning into my mom. I'm so fucking scared.

I gulp. I wasn't thinking. I should forget and let him forgive me. But it won't go away.

I need to talk to someone.

But who would even be awake at 4:50.

I'm lost.

It's weird how my life can go from perfect to hell in only 2 days. Huh.

I laugh. A cold heartless, bellowing laugh. I don't even care if my mom hears. I don't care if she wakes up. I don't care. I don't fucking care anymore.

"I'm so scared." I whisper to no one in paticular. "But I don't care remember?" I chuckle slightly to myself, tears sliding down my face.

I don't care.

A/N: IM LIKE CRYING OKAY GUYS THIS IS SCARY AND SAd AND AGGAGAHH

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