Alright this is my first attempt at a hsm fic i hope you like
I lay in my bed crying like i do many nights. He had done it to me again and i just felt so weak and defenseless. While I lie there I could help but to turn my thoughts to the first time he did it to me 12 years ago.
Flashback
That night 12 years ago was the worst night of my life. It was the first night my dad came home drunk. It was the first time he hit me. He had just been to by his work place that he had been made redundant he had been working there for 30 years. When he got him he stormed into the house and demanded to my mother "Where is she?" She being Me, of course. He was like this because he blamed me and my mother for everything that was going wrong in his life.
When my mother wouldn't tell him where I was he raised his hand and hit her. He then went on to punch her in the stomach repeatedly when she still wouldn't tell him. Little did he know was that my mother at the time was pregnant and she hadn't told him yet. This beating though caused her to lose the baby.
After he was done to doing that to my mother he came into my room. He raised his hand began to hit me. I cried out in pain but he didn't stop or do anything. He blamed me for him losing his job. I had gone to his work only the other day with my mother as a surprise. We didn't know that we weren't allowed to so he blamed us for him getting the sack. When he had gone I cried myself to sleep.
I continue to cry. That night like most others I cry myself to sleep.
The next day I woke and looked at myself in my full length mirror and saw that I had bruises forming on my legs and wrists. He was careful about what he did to me except from that first time he never hit me in the face because he knew that people would notice if I walked around with bruises on my face.
After I had a shower I walked over to the cupboard and pulled out some clothes. Those clothes were a blue long sleeved top and my favourite jeans. I pick out the blue hat with sparkles that Sharpay had given me for my birthday to wear on my head. I then grab my bag, say good morning to my mother, pick up a banana from the fruit bowl and leave the house. I hates being there when he woke because he is always worse in the morning.
When I leave the house I have to take a half an hour bus trip to get to East High. When I arrive at school there is no one there and that is the way I like it. I like it that way because I have always hated being in the spotlight.
When he first started to do it I would try to hide from him. I soon found out though that if I hid what he did would be worse. I walk towards the auditorium because I love to play the piano in there. It was the best piano to play and the auditorium was the best place to play music as it had the best acoustics. I place my music on the stand and start to play. I love to play the piano, it helps me forget about all of my problems.
So who do you think is hurting Kelsi? Also another thing do you think that i should continue with this?
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