Damaged.
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Summary: Bella, a quite teenager who was abused when she was younger, has been struggling with massive anxiety attacks since her father was arrested. Will she find a way to swallow her fears when she meets the boy of her dreams, who transferred to her highschool? Or will she crack under pressure of his "bad boy" reputation and make a run for it? Find out here! –Might be adding some Lemons later on… Rated M for language and possible lemons.
Prologue-
My heart pounded with fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I heard his heavy footsteps nearing my room. I knew only too well what was to come. It had happened every other night, so what would make this one any different? Nothing, that's what.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I prepared myself, waiting for him to enter. After moments of agonizing silence, the bedroom door suddenly slammed open with such force, the knob left a dent the size of a baseball on the wall behind it. I couldn't bear to open my eyes to look him in the face at the moment, I was much too frightened to even breath right. My hands trembled, smelling all the alcohol radiating from his breath and off of his sweaty skin.
It felt like minutes when the seconds ticked by as he stood over me. I just sat there, shaking like a leaf in the cold winter wind when clammy fingers wound their way through my hair, gripping on and ripping me off the floor. My mouth hung open, unable to actually scream from so much pain. It felt like fire seething across my entire scalp. The droplets of tears earlier turned into full blast faucets when I felt his hot sticky breath against my left cheek.
"There you are." He laughed coldly, slurring his words together. "You disgust me, even more than your stupid fucking mother did. You're dead to me, bitch." And just like that, a stinging sensation swept across my other cheek, taking my breath away in one quick gust. "That's for hiding, asshole."
It took a little while to realize I hadn't begun to breathe again. I took in a few gulps of air quickly. "Breathe Bella. Just breathe. It will be over soon. It has to be". I chanted to myself. "It was only just a slap. You've dealt with worse."
But I was wrong, so wrong. It was to get a lot worse before the punishment would come to an end.
I cracked my eyes open to get a glimpse at my fate, only to find his arm reeled back, ready to send his waiting fist flying straight into my face. I flinched, pulling my head backwards as his knuckles connected with my cheekbone, sending shock waves through my skull. My mind went fuzzy, unable to focus on anything as white dots crowded my vision. Once my head cleared, I could finally feel slick blood gushing down the side of my face, and my head began to pound.
To much of my surprise, Charlie's blow had wound me back on the floor, with my face pressed against the cool wooden planks. "You have to move. You have to get out of here, Bella!" I told myself, but the rest of me just didn't feel like listening. "Get OUT of here! You're going to DIE if you don't!" Finally, my fingers twitched at the command and I slowly rose to my knees. I didn't know how exactly I was going to make it out with Charlie looming over me like this, but I had to try. I had to hope there was a way. It was all I had left.
I took a quick glance up at his face right as he tipped his head back into an sickening dark laugh, closing his eyes momentarily. Anger started to bubble over my fear. I was not going to deal with this any longer. Enough was enough.
I darted out between his slightly spread legs as he stood laughing. My feet pounded down the hallway after leaving my room, though I could barely hear them over the drumming in my ears. Yet, I could still hear very clearly Charlie's drunken screeches. Nothing could drown that out.
"Get back here, you little shit!" his slurred words echoing through the house, so loud I thought it would surely start to quake. I kept on running, praying that God would take mercy on my pitiful soul.
I had almost reached the top of the stair case, my fingers just about to wrap around the top of the banister when Charlie rounded the corner. His eyes were murderous, staring directly at me. I screamed with so much intensity, I was sure the blood vessels in my neck had ruptured. I bounded down the steps, taking them two at a time. That mistake just barely cost my life.
Halfway down the steps, I was going so fast I missed my footing, slipped and tumbled down the rest of the stairs. Instinctively, I curled my arms around my head as a shield, though it really didn't do much to help me.
My body was slammed against the wall at the end of the staircase, leaving me completely limp and energy-drained. All I could do was lay there as Charlie stood over my aching body once more. Then the beating would start, becoming drastically worse as time went on. Thankfully, my mind allowed me to drift in and out of consciousness. The pain was subtle for now, and that's all that really mattered at that point. All I really asked was for death to come soon.
My silent pleads for darkness to take me, did nothing. What seemed like hours later, my eyes cracked open. Charlie was nowhere to be seen, but I knew I didn't have much time left. I could literally feel the blood seeping out of me. I was dying by the minute.
When my life had almost finished slipping away, a small spark of hope warmed inside my heart. Something in the distance, faint but there, gave me a reason to hold on. I heard sirens, people coming to my rescue, or so I had hoped. The minutes kept ticking by, and even though I could hear them coming closer, they weren't coming fast enough. My heart broke right then and there once I realized I would be long gone by the time they arrived. Thick tears rolled down my bloody and bruised cheeks as I thought to myself, "This is it. I'm coming home now Mom." Mom. I guess that was one good thing that would come out of my death.
A small smile played at the corners of my mouth at the mere thought of my mother. So, with her on my mind, I let my heavy eyelids slide shut, red and blue lights flashing screaming behind them.
