The Nerd [ongoing]

alamort (8.)

alamort

(adj.) half dead of exhaustion

After I overheard the conversation from the boys, I sprint home. Luckily the boys went another way so I didn't run into them on my way back to the house.

I have to say, we don't live in the best part of town. We actually live in the worst part. Again, no one knows and it's easier that way. No one has to unnecessary be worried about me and or pity me. The last one is something I really loath.

I slip my key into the front door and find the door to already be unlocked. Shit, that means dad is already home. I quietly walk inside and close the door behind me. I really hope dad is asleep.

"Where have you been you ungrateful child!" Fuck, spoke too soon. 

"Uh-I've been at a friends to study." He walks up to me. 

"Stop lying to me bitch! Where is your school bag then? Huh?" Shit, he caught me, red-handed. Before I can say anything he grabs my hair and throws me against the wall. I fall on the ground and feel a bump beginning to form on the back of my head. When he begins to punch and kick me I try to keep any emotion of off my face. I can't let him have the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

"Next time when I will be home late, you'll have dinner ready and you'll be making yourself useful around here! Am I clear?!" 

"Yes father." I stand up and begin to walk away. He grabs my wrist, a little to hard, and slurs me closer to him. That is definitely going to leave a bruise. 

"Where do you think you're going? We are not done here!"

I look into his eyes and see nothing but hate. What did I do wrong that made him so mad at me? I mean, I get it, I'm part of the reason mom died but we where such a good team before that. I was always his little prinses. What did I do?

He punches me in my face, multiple times. Shit, I leave my guard down for two seconds and this is what happens. What more reasons do I need?

The kicking and punching didn't stop for another hour or so. He luckily didn't knock me out again. After he was done with me, he left and grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and returns to watch the tv. I slowly try to stand up and with a little help from the wall, it works.

I quickly and quietly grab my bag and slowly make my way upstairs. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually broke a rib or two this time. Plus some of the fighters got a few punches in. I dump my bag in my room and walk to the bathroom. Well, it's not really a bathroom. It's more of a room with a toilet and a shower, in which you can barely move your ass. 

Our house is has a ground floor with my dad's bedroom and a living room and a kitchen in one. The first floor had my bedroom and the bathroom. We don't have an attic. I know, it's small, but it is the biggest one in the street actually. As I said before, we live in the bad part of town. Drugs dealers on every corner, same with hookers to be honest.

After I clean myself up and put some bandages around my rib cage, I change into an oversized black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. I slowly lay down on my mattress. Every-fucking-thing in my body hurts right know. I'm so done with this shit. With that thought I fall asleep in yet another nightmare filled dream.

~

When I wake up I almost can't move my body. Everything hurts like hell. I struggle to stand up. When I finally stand up, I almost fall onto my bed again. Just in time, I gain my balance. This day will be a long one, I can already tell.

I grab some clothes and take a quick shower. I look in the mirror and see my face. I look fucked up. For real this time. Not just the day-to-day bags under my eyes but a few bruises litter my face too. Shit. I struggle to get my clothes on. After I finally put them on, I walk to my room, grab my phone and bag and leave as quickly as possible. My walk to school is very painful, but I manage. When I get to school I walk to my locker to grab the books I need for the classes that I have before lunch. I have to remember to go to the store after school for painkillers, but we also have no food anymore literally.

When I'm done I lock my locker and walk to my first class. I'm happy no one is here yet so they don't have to see my limp.

~

At lunch I sit alone, as usual. I like it that way if I'm honest. I don't have to talk to anybody and there are no awkward silences. I grab my bag and take my headphones out of it. I plug them in my phone and start my playlist. When I hear my music playing, I close my eyes and lean my head back. I don't really have homework to do, luckily. Except for that stupid assignment for English. Why the fuck do we need to get to know other people? I'm doing fine on my own. I'm alive ain't I?

Suddenly I hear the scraping sound of chairs against the cafeteria floor. Not again. 

"Could you please leave? I'm not in the mood." I fix my hood so they don't see the bruises my father gave me. 

"Why not love? Had a rough night?" If only he knew. I notice the teasing tone of Elijah and immediately know what he is talking about. I shoot my head up, my hood sliding of my head. I take my headphones off my head. There they are, Hunter, Elijah and Jason. They all look at me shocked. Did I do something?

"What're the faces for boys?" 

Hunter speaks up. "You- your- what happened to your face?" Fuck, I forgot about that. 

"I fell, duh." I stand up. The lie comes quick, my face still void of any emotion. 

"Don't lie to us. Those bruises where given to you by a fist." Jason decides to speak. 

"Who did this to you love?" Elijah asks. "I'm not lying." I grab my stuff and start to walk away.

Before I can completely walk away, Hunter grabs my wrist. To be exact, the wrist that has a bruise on in. My face scrunches in pain. I hide it as soon as I notice it but when I look at the boys I can see they saw it too. Hunter slowly slides my sleeve up, now holding my hand with his other hand. He gasps at my blue and purple bruise. It does look nasty. He looks up to me in shock. 

"Ava w-" 

"Bye Hunter." I yank my hand out of his grasp and storm out of the cafeteria.

Fuck my life.