Chapter One
'Things are going to be different now. But not just different. Different for the better. It has to be. There's no way I can go back to how it was before. I'm just gonna forget. Not even forgive. Just forget and move on. This time, no one is going to find out, otherwise I'll be right back where I started. I won't allow it to-'
"Mar! Mar, are you up yet?"
'Nope, just prolonging the time I don't have to see your ugly ass..' Marcy thought to herself, but she wouldn't dare say that to him. Just then, slowly but surely Marcy could hear heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. "Well, here we go, let's see the motivation he's ready to give me today," she sarcastically told herself.
"What the hell are you still doing in bed?" Adam shouted as he barged into her room. "Get your ass up or you're walking to school!"
"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad idea" Marcy mumbled while sitting up in her bed. She would soon regret making that remark. Before she knew it, Adam climbed onto her bed, took hold of her face with one hand, and glared in her eyes. She tried to pull his hand off, but his grip was only getting tighter.
"You remember the last time you said something to me like that?" Adam scolded as he glared into my eyes. Marcy thought of all the little scars on the back of her foot and tried to forget all the glass shards she had to pull from her heel the last time she let a comment slip with Adam around. "I swear to God if I ever hear anything like that come out of your mouth..." Adam threatened as his grip got even harder.
"Yes! Yes! I understand now please let me go!" The pain was getting to be a too much for the fifteen year old, and soft tears started trickling down her pale cheek. As soon as Adam saw them, he let go and left the room rather quickly.
Marcy wasn't sure why, but she was relieved that he was gone. Marcy felt paralyzed; she was caught up in the moment and was too scared to move. 'If this is how my life is going to be from now on, I don't know why I'm even still trying' she thought as she rubbed her thumb across her left wrist. Each little bump was a self-inflicted representation of all the memories similar to the one that just took place, all because of the man that she has to call dad.
That reminded Marcy to wear long sleeves to school. 'School...shit.' she thought as she looked at the clock. 'It's my first day at this school and I'm already gonna be late.' Marcy dug through her closet to find some clothes suitable for her first day. She grabbed a hair tie and threw curly brunette hair in a bun, and looked in the mirror.
"There's no way there could already be a bruise!" Marcy exclaimed as she ran her fingers across her cheek. "No no no no. Not now! Why must this happen in the first day? Ugh!" She grabbed her make up bag and dug through it until she found the cover up. "There it is!" she sighed with relief, gently applying it to her cheeks where Adam's fingers had been not so long ago.
At this point, there was no time for breakfast, so Marcy rushed down the stairs and outside, where Adam was waiting for her in his car. She guessed that he had some sort of sympathy for how he treated her upstairs, but that didn't keep Marcy from feeling any fear. He didn't say one word to her the whole way to school, much to her liking.
She was still in shock with what just happened. Sadly, it was beginning to be a sort of routine for Marcy. Ever since Adam drank one to many and got a little too rough with her mom, things have never been the same for Marcy. She was left alone with a poor excuse of father, never to see her mother again.
Adam pulled up to the high school, and Marcy got out of the car without saying a word. Judging by the sound of his car, Marcy figured that Adam sped off, but she didn't look back. She gazed upon the building that would hopefully be her new school for the next couple of years. She peered at the sign above the front door. Beacon Hills High School. 'Well,' Marcy thought aloud while walking up the front steps, 'Let's see how long this lasts.'