The Strength Within

Make it stop

Scarlett's POV

I tip toe into the kitchen to make a much needed coffee trying not to wake dad. Last time that I accidently woke him up resulted in me having to stay home for the rest of the week. Once I was finished making myself a disgusting instant coffee cause the coffee machine is to loud I make my way to my room.

I grab my light ripped high waisted skinny jeans and an over sized hoodie and throw them on before putting my light chocolate hair into a messy bun. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth and then start applying my make up. Once I am done I look at my now perfect eyebrows and eyeliner I've applied to draw attention away from the dark bags hanging under my blue eyes. I never really wear foundation unless I need to cover up any bruises and concealer just wont cut it.

I put on my converses after I grab my bag and make my way to the front door. Just as I walk past my dads room my phone starts ringing really loudly and I rush to turn it off as my anxiety starts to build. As soon as I decline the call I start rushing to the door heart thumping painfully hard against my chest. I feel the familiar tightening of my chest and my breaths become short and quick.

Then I feel a force pull me backwards by my hair and my eyes close as I brace for impact. This is the worst part, waiting for the first blow, waiting for the pain to start but then again it never really stops.

I instantly curl into a bawl and try to protect my head because its pointless to try anything else. I feel his foot smash into my stomach and I can hear him yelling but can understand what he is saying all I can hear is my heart smashing itself against my chest harder and harder. Suddenly I feel him pull me up to my feet even though I can't really stand yet. He slaps me. The sensation stings and burns but he continues to yell in my face. Once he feels like he's made his point and I've learnt my lesson he leaves me there while I continue to try and breath.

I stay there trying to stay up right with tears slowly falling down my face definitely wrecking my make up. Not wanting to be anywhere near my farther I walk as best I can out the door with my hood pulled over my head to conceal most of my face.

School was only a four minute walk from my house but in the state I was in it nearly took me 20 minutes to get there. Once I was there I went straight to the bathroom and luckily nobody was in there. I looked at myself in the mirror and was not shocked to see a bright red hand print on the side of my face which showed well because of my light completion. It takes a lot for me to bruise and I've gotten good at telling when a mark will bruise and my face will be fine but my stomach will definitely bruise badly.

I pull my little emergency bag that has everything I need for an occasions like these out from my school bag. I popped two painkillers and wiped the mascara from under my eyes then fixed my make up with what I have in my bag.

I fixed my hair back into its messy bun and then checked my phone to see who called feeling a little anger towards them. My anger melted as soon as I saw that it was Amy. I didn't bother calling her back, instead I left the bathroom knowing the hand print on my face had faded and found her sitting in our usual spot with someone I've never seen before. The stranger was a girl around my age with beautiful dark brown hair that fell in curls down to her elbows much different to Amy's cute blonde pixie cut. Her eyes glowed a bright green and her dark skin is flawless. She was undeniably beautiful with her button nose and plump lips.

I suddenly started feeling very self-consciousness as I waddled over to Amy still struggling to walk." Hey girl where have you been, I tried calling you this morning but you didn't pick up. I was just reminding you that you have to come today cause we have to present our assessment for English and I don't want to do it by myself."