Beyond the secrets

Chapter 1

Olivia's pov:

John would not be at all happy for my delay and I would win today's beating, I left early this morning and left his coffee ready not to have to see him and escape getting beaten in the morning, but now I would pay for this mistake and for being 10 minutes late, shit school bus, shit abusive stepfather, shit life, sometimes I just wanted to put my head under the water and forget my problems, enter a world of peace and serenity, no daily beatings, no idiotic bullies and no hunger.

My life would only be a complete shit if I left it, at least that's what mom used to tell me while she was still alive. She just didn't know what the hell my life would be like after her death.I opened the door slowly, I hoped John had gone to work dealing his drugs or dead in some alley, but luckily he was just waiting for me to come looking at me with that sarcastic and victorious smile on his face he thought I would fall easy, he was wrong, I would fight until my last breath.

"What I said about being late bitch!" - he came towards me and slapped me on the face.

"I had an exam today sir, so I was late." - I spat the word 'sir' with disgust, he forced me to start calling him that after a week of Mom's funeral.

"I don't care about your bitchy shit, I warned you that when I arrived you should be here at home and lying in my bed waiting for us to have fun together." - your kind of fun was abusing me and hitting me until I couldn't breathe properly. "Get up to your room now, before I lose my patience, you piece of garbage."

I was used to him calling me a slut, a tramp, a useless piece of garbage. I didn't give a damn about his fucking nickname, I just waited for the time when my torture would end and he would finally go to sleep, and I could go to the bathroom to lock the door and put my head under the water wishing that this hell I live in would end.

"I'm not going up to the room, you just hurt me, what happened to that John from 6 years ago? The one I used to call Dad and who would put me to sleep and tell me a princess story." - my wish was to crumble and cry, but I wouldn't give him that taste, he would probably just torture me more and have fun with my weakness. Actually, since my mother died at first John wasn't so bad, he just lived drunk and pretended I didn't exist, didn't care if I had eaten or my existence, but after 4 years he really became violent and abusive.

"He was buried together with his mother, the one you killed your useless piece of garbage." - he pulled me by the hair and forced me to climb the stairs going towards his room, I kicked and screamed, tried to punch him, but John took anabolic and had many muscles.

"Please, I promise to be good, I will not be late anymore, please." - I tried to beg since fighting physically was not doing any good.

"Keep begging little bird, I love to see you submissive like this." - I hate him and I hope he dies a slow and silent death, I hope his fingers are cut off and stuck in his stupid ass. I kicked his stomach hard in a failed attempt to escape I bumped into the dresser and cut my arm. The idiot grabbed my freshly cut arm adoring to see my pain and suffering and fuck, the cut hurts like a bitch.

"The more you fight, the worse." - I threatened to scream, John took his hand to my mouth silencing me. "Scream and you will see my worst side your bitch." - if that wasn't your worst side really I was in the shit.

"I hope you die slowly and painfully John, I hate you." - he squeezed his grip in my hair and pushed my head to the ground.

"Now you'll be good for something useless of yours." - he opened his zipper and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I kept staring at his disgusting face. "I won't say it again!" - slow and painful, slow and painful, your death will be slow and painful ...

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