Hi guys this is a story I started writing after I used a bit for a short story when I was in the 6th grade. I've been told it's good and that I should put it on here so here it is…..please bare with me when it comes to the spelling…..on and I'm still working on my Twilight stories well story at the moment, but I lost Seth's view and have to write it again….so yeah ….lol….please enjoy…
Chapter One-Best Friends and Beatings…
Today I would run for the fear of my life. The day started like any other with the exception of one thing, I was one of the happiest girls in the world, toady I turn seventeen, sure it's not the greatest thing in the world to some people and most people would think that turning eighteen would be better, but hey, its my life. As I thought to myself, one more year and I can leave this wretched place and the bastard I called father. I walked into my puny trashed bathroom and looked in the small pathetic cracked mirror on the pealing walls with the pale pink wallpaper and all I saw was the same old thing. A scrawny girl about 5'7 with light sapphire eyes that at one point used to sparkle, dark auburn hair that fell against my pale complexion and that curled and fell nicely to my mid back, but this time instead of scratches or a busted up lip, there around my beautiful blue eye was the results of last night. I was always told that I was beautiful, but all I saw was ugliness. I didn't know how I was going to explain this monstrous darkness almost consuming my face. Cover up wouldn't help and if I skipped school my father would probably kill me, literally.
After I finished doing my morning routines, I walked down the creaky old stairs as quietly as possible. I could hear the TVs static sound blaring, as the large silhouette of my father slept on the couch, once again drunken, with the empty bottle of vodka in his hand. This picture was so familiar; I had seen it so many times that I would just walk past it. I never bothered turning off the TV. I had already made that mistake in the past, in which causing me to get a broken arm and a mere concussion. So many times I could just have taken a bag or a pillow and just killed him, so I could be rid of the man that made my life hell. I would think and come up with plan on how I would do it and how I would run away. I always told myself that no one would miss him, I know I wouldn't. Pushing those thoughts away, I passed by the drunken monster on my couch, I quietly made my way to the kitchen, as I walked through the hall I grabbed my backpack and coat. Carefully I reach into the bowl on the small table next to the door. I slowly brought my keys to my old beaten up car, the same one that my mom used to drive when she was alive, out of the bowl as to not make any sound.
In an instant I froze as I heard my father's now awakened body as he stumbled of the couch. I knew if I stayed there to get food for my famished body, I would never leave this hell whole I called my "home." I had no time to run through the kitchen to the garage were my car was kept. His foot steps were getting closer, closer. I held my breath as he pasted me and made his way up the stairs with his bottle of vodka. When he was no longer in view, I released my breath slowly and quietly as if I made a sound it would trigger the instincts of the predator hunting its prey, I was the prey. It was my chance to run. I ran through the kitchen and threw open the door that would lead me to my escape. I got in to my old car with the broken wind shield and the pealing paint and left for school.
I always liked school; it was like a second home to me. I never fully understood why so many people complained about it. The only thing about school I truly hated was math. The math teacher Mrs. Smith always picked on me and to my findings she was out to get me. If I had my hand raised she would call on someone else and if I didn't know the answer she would call on me. At least every week I got detention because of something I supposedly did, which meant I did nothing. I had math second period, and I would once again have to make up a lie that would satisfy my friends which was going to be hell. Though it got easier to lie, it got harder to convince them. I had four of the coolest friends a girl could have. There was Lauryn, Charlie, and the twins Hanna and Haley. Charlie had been our friends since the fourth grade and was the only boy in the group, which some people might think is weird considering a boy hang around with girls all the time. Charlie would be called all kinds of names growing up for it, by all the stupid bullies and freshmen that were to caught up in school to notice the truth, but everyone in the school knew that Charlie, The Charlie Peters was one of the most "manliest" guys and that he was the captain in every sport that was played in the school; in fact he was one of the most popular guys in the school. Which made no since to us, considering we were far from ever being popular, yet he still stuck with us. We had met the twins in the second grade when they both threatened some boys that they would never see the light of day again if they kept picking on me and Lauryn and they were three years older then us.
Hanna and Haley were total opposites, they both had natural gorgeous long blonde hair with the darkest blue eyes, but then Hanna went all dark, depressed and died her hair a dark purple with black highlights, in a pixie cut and had gotten multiple piercings, while Haley kept her long beautiful locks and cheery self and went with the flow, but they both had a quick temper.
I saved the best for last, Lauryn Williams. Lauryn was the independent and smart kind of girl with bright green eyes and raven hair. She was my closest friend, "sister". We had been through a lot from cooties and stupid boys to liking boys and reality. She was the only one who knew that my dad got drunk ever night and beat me until I finally lost consciousness. She even said 'she would go with me to the police station to report him,' but I was too afraid of him to go. I begged her not to tell and she said 'I cross my heart and hope to die,' (we were eight at the time) but I knew that it killed her inside to know the truth. The rest of the gang somewhat believed me when I said I had fallen down the stairs or ran into the door, for I was the clumsiest person in the world, with the worst balance.
Before going into the classroom were I would have to deal with my friends and the worst teacher ever, I got into the role I play out ever day. The girl I really wanted to be, the one that didn't have to keep secrets from my friends and live the life that people would rather die then have. I put on my big black sunglasses, even though it was storming outside and walked in. As I took my seat, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Lauryn with the look of sadness in her eyes. I could tell she knew why I had sunglasses on, but said nothing but a sympathetic "hi," before asking me questions.
"Do you want to come to my house after school to celebrate your birthday with the rest of the freaks, we hang out with?" that made my laugh, Lauryn always did find away to make me laugh.
"I'd love to." I said quietly
"Heck yes, I made cake and we can have ice cream and you can open your presents." Lauryn was getting a little excited about the whole thing.
"Lauryn chill out, you're scaring me." I said in the most serious tone I could, though I was giggling inside.
"Oh sorry" Lauryn said in the saddest child's voice she could manage. I was about to speak when I heard my name from the second person I hated in the world.
"Miss Levine, please save your nonsense for after my class for another time, like maybe when you're in detention today after school?" I was about to protest, but I knew that if I didn't hold my damn tongue I would get in even more trouble. The end of the day finally came around. Lauryn and everybody else waited for me after school for about two hours. Then we all went to Lauryn's for my birthday bash. Now let me tell you that was fun. Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, lots and lots of cake, mmmm, cake, all the stupid little kids games that you know deep down are totally the bomb. It was heaven and earth, and one of the best days of my life.
About five hours and forty-five minutes of hang out time with the pals, I went back to the hell hole. This was going to be a long night. I knew I was late and I knew that there would be a punishment for it, well if the monster was awake.
I carefully unlocked the door, one thing my father did was lock the door before he got drunk off his rocker. My father wasn't a stupid man, he just was a pathetic man that liked to get drunk and beat his 17 year old daughter. As I walked inside the house I could smell the heavy scent of alcohol in air. I knew what would be coming up next; it was the worst part of the day. It was the great beating, (hints the sarcasm.)
I heard a crash in the kitchen and then the muttering of the monster I called father. I made my way upstairs to my room were I would be safe. I had saved up money for lock to put on my door. I had six totals, and yet I still didn't feel safe. I was about half way up the stairs when I was caught.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU STUPID SLUT!" My father's slurred yell filled the house.
"I, I went to Laurens house to, to celebrate my birth-," I half stuttered when I was cut off by another roar of rage.
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF CRAP!" I didn't notice that as he was speaking he was climbing up the stairs and was about a foot away from me.
My whole body was screaming "YOU shut up!," but all I said was "I'm sorry, It, it won't happen again sir," I squeaked trying to keep my voice confident, but failing miserably and with that I tried to escape to my room, but then I was pull back by the hood of my jacket hearing
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING YOU LITTLE PIECE OF GARBAGE, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, YOU LITTLE WHORE. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU, YOU COULDN'T HAVE A LIFE, AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK, I THINK THAT MEANS YOU WERE DISOBEDIENT AN MUST BE PUNISHED!" he's angry slurs filled the house. Where the frick is Mr. Scotts when I need him, the nice retired marine. Oh yeah Hawaii. Damn it all to hell. Looks like I'm on my own. I'm so screwed.
I looked at him trying to hide the fear and the only thing I said was "Wow, I didn't know you could think," in the most sarcastic voice I had, which was a bad idea. I saw his hand ball into a fist as he raised it over his head. It was all was in slow motion and then came the pain, as I felt him hit me in the stomach.
He hit me again and again while he yelled, "YOU ARE WORTHLESS, and YOUR MOTHER SHOULD HAVE NEVER HAD YOU. YOU SPOILED ROTTEN UGLY, PIECE OF CRAP!" each blow was harder, and I could feel my body go numb. I heard a loud snapping sound and knew something was broken. I started coughing and when I did I got scared for what I saw was too much. As the little splatters of blood came from my trembling mouth, I knew I had to get out of there or I would most surely die. With all the strength left in my body I buck my head back, hitting my cruel father in the head. As the monster stumbled back I could feel the adrenaline kick in and the pain was gone, (for now.) I push my father on the chest and ran a fast as I could to my room, on fear that he would catch me and I would be doomed, but all there was the numerous loud thumps and then there was nothing.