"Clean this shit up!" My oh-so-great father said before kicking me in my stomach. That's gonna leave a mark. He pushed me and I landed with a thud. He left to go to his room. I started to clean his mess which contain broken glass and tons of my blood. After I finished I walked --or should I say crawl-- up the stairs. I entered my room and went straight to the bathroom to clean my bruises, scratch marks, and other stuff. I stood up and looked at my room. My room has a twin sized bed, a table next to the bed, and a drawer full of clothes. I changed to my Pj's and tried to fall asleep. Key word: Tried. Soon darkness consumed me.
I was woken up by the sunlight and the birds chirping. I heard my father snoring next to my room. I started to get ready for school. I showered and dressed. My outfit just consist of black V-neck T-shirted tucked in, a black skinny jeans, and a belt. I grabbed my converse and grabbed my bag. I cooked my father his breakfast so he wouldn...