this is my first fanfiction i wrote. sorry for grammar mistakes or other mistakes but i'm dutch.
my name is Beck Oliver.
my dad is an asshole and my mother is affraid of him.
it started when i was eight years old. i got in trouble in class and my parents had to come see the principal. when we were home i never saw my dad so angry. i never forgot that look in his eyes. he told my mom to go shopping and that he will make sure i get punished. she knew what was gonna happen and she left. she came home after 2 hours. i was already in my bed trying to fall asleep but my body hurted so much that i couldn't. nobody noticed in school the days after, nobody ever noticed. everytime i got in trouble in school or somewhere else, my dad made sure i was punished. sometimes my mother had to bring me to the hospital. when the doctor asked what happened she always had a new excuse ready. i fell of the stairs or i fell out a tree of i fell with my bike, she had many more. sometimes i could see that the doctor didn't believed her, but he didn't asked further. when i was old enough to go to high school, i asked if i could go to hollywood arts. my dad didn't want that, but for one time my mom didn't listen to what he said. she went with me to the school, i did audition and i got in. when we came home my dad was so angry. he didn't even send my mom away. he just started to beaten me up again. i could hear my mom scream at my dad and she was begging him to stop. he didn't. the day after it was my first day at hollywood arts and i couldn't skip class on my first day. i had a black eye, a cutted lip and bruises all over my face. i think i even broke some ribs. i putted my hair in a way that would cover my black eye, with my moms make-up i did a pretty good job to cover the bruises. i couldn't cover my cutted lip so i thought of an excuse at home. when i was at school nobody noticed something, except for a girl who bumped in on me. she looked at me and asked what happened to my lip. i didn't have to make up an excuse cause i already thought of one at home. she gave me a fake smile and gave me a little punsh in my ribs. it hurted so bad, i had tears in my eyes. she looked at me and noticed the tears rolling over my cheeks. she apoligiesed immediatly but then she went quiet. my tears ruined my make-up and my bruises were visible. i really thought that she was going to ask what happened. she didn't, she pulled me into the womens bathroom and gave me her make-up kit. i looked confused at her and then she told me she gets beaten up by her father too. i asked how she knew i got beaten up and she said because i could cover it up that good.