Summary : All Victoria's life, it had been endless hell. Abused and unloved she goes about her daily life going to desperate measures to protect her secret. James the new boy finds out, but is it too late? Can she be saved at all? R+R xx
A/N So this idea had been brewing in my head and I decided to give it a shot! Hope you like it xx
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
Light streaming in from a gap in the curtains woke me up. I cringed away from the light. My body ached all over as I carefully sat up. Pain ripped through my body and I cried out.
"Ow! Ow!" I winced in pain. Last night hadn't been too bad. It was only Mickey and Amy last night. Looking at my chipped watch, it was 6:49. Trying not to yawn. That would only cause more pain, I reached for the table and half dragged my self up.
I stumbled up to my room and into my bathroom heading for the full length mirror. I stripped off until I was completely naked. I swallowed back the bile that rose in my throat as I looked at my mangled body. My skin was stained an assortment of colours. Mostly purples, but there was blues, yellows, are red patches. Peering at my face I started to panic. Huge bruises outlined my eyes along with a noticeable burst lip. God, this was going to take a lot of make up to cover this up. I turned on the shower and let it run for a minute heating it up as best as it could.
I stepped into the lukewarm water and let the water run down my body. I hissed in pain when the water came into contact with the open cuts. Vicious thoughts ran about in my head. You deserve to be abused Victoria. Your so stupid and ugly. You don't deserve to live. This should make you feel important, all this time and effort spent of you. You deserve to be beaten within inches of your life. Tears rolled down my shallow cheeks disappearing in the water. Why me? Do I really deserve this? I must. I grab my shampoo and was my hair. The shampoo stings at the cuts in my head but I let it hurt. This is nothing compared to what Mickey does to me. Amy also. I step out of the shower and get dressed in my usual long sleeved t-shirt and skinny jeans. I put my red high heels on. From the outside, you wouldn't be able to tell I get abused. Especially as I dress properly. This is what they aim for. People actually envy me. Mickey and Amy are smart at their game. They buy me the latest must haves so no one would suspect anything. Everyone gets the impression that I'm some spoiled rich bitch so if I was to tell everyone would think I'm doing it for attention. Not that anyone actually talks to me…
I sit down at my vanity desk and get one my huge bag of make up. My wild red hair is still wet but I let it dry on its own. It goes curly that way. Pulling out my usual I get to work. I smother my face in concealer and foundation working it in ever so gently across my bruises. I winced in pain as they began to throb. When it was rubbed in and covering my bruises I got out my eye shadow. Purple I opted for. This way, if I starts to fade people wont know that its actually bruises they are seeing. They will think its my eye shadow. Only I will know different. I put on black mascara and black eye liner. Sighing at my reflection I sigh unhappy with all the make up. How I envy the day I will go out with only mascara and eye liner on. No heavy foundation and eye shadow.
Sniffing back tears, I limp to the kitchen to make him breakfast. I pulled out eggs, bacon, and slice out of the fridge. I put the gas on and put the pan on. I make his breakfast making sure to cook it on low so that when he comes down its just on the table. I put 4 slices of bread in the toaster and flip the eggs. Upstairs I could hear a door slam. His morning shower. Ten minutes later as he walks down stairs, I put his breakfast which consists of 4 eggs, 6 rashers of bacon and 2 bits of slice and 4 bits of toast, onto the table. He grins a sleazy grin as he enters. He smiles noticing his breakfast then freezes. I pick up the pan off the cooker and get ready to wash it.
"Victoria what is this?!" he asks in a deadly voice. I spin round, nearly spilling all the boiling hot fat in the pan. I look at his breakfast then at him, not getting what was wrong. He looks directly at the eggs. why is he-oh shit!!
"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I wanted scrambled eggs?!?!" he asks in that calm deadly voice. Oh god! Not now please not now.
"I'm so sorry" I stutter in a terrified squeak. How the hell am I supposed to remember scrambled eggs for breakfast when a huge boot is stamping down on my face?! Fear roots me to the stop and I now what's coming before I even see it. WHAM! A fist connects with my face and I stumble to the side. The pain in my face is overruled by a burning sensation that's coming from my forearm. Hot oil drips from my arm and I scream as my skin blisters instantly huge welts raising. I fling the frying pan into the kitchen and run my arm under the tap, Mickey's crude laugh ringing in my ears. Peeling back my t-shirt I scream as the skin peels away. My skin bubbles and hisses, the pain almost crippling me. I sob as the water cools my skin, the skin hanging of my grotesque arm. I gag looking at it. The smell, burns my throat. Mickey grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back.
"Consider that half the punishment" he breathes down my neck. I shudder away from him as he goes upstairs to get ready. I cry as my arm burns constant. I look at the clock realising I have 20 before school starts. Keeping my hand under the tap, I stretch over to the cupboard and strain to get the first aid kit. Mines is upstairs. I open it and find nothing useful. I whimper realising I'm going to have to take my arm out of the cold water. I take a deep breath and quickly turn the tap off and bolt upstairs. My arm takes a few seconds realising its not underwater begins to sting and burn making me dizzy. I rip open my door and quickly shut it. I go into my bathroom and shove my forearm under the water. Sighing in relief, I get my special first aid kit. This is jam packed full of things meant for hospital. I take out my half empty tube of burn cream and bandages. Tears pour down my face as I blot my arm dry. The pain returns and I quickly squeeze the cream over my forearm. I wiped the cream in so its covered in to white stuff. I don't rub it in, its too painful. I then wrap it in bandages. The pain is muted. I swallow 2 ibuprofen for the other pain I feel.
I carefully take off my t-shirt and go back into my room. Rifling through my drawer with my good right arm I try to find a long sleeved t-shirt. I get out my deep green and close the drawer. The door flies open and I do my best to cover my exposed chest but its useless. He caught sight of me in my bra. Lust clouds in his eyes as he stares at me hungrily. I swallow nervously. He takes one last long look before going out. I pull my t-shirt on quickly my chest heaving in panic. He's never raped me. Personally, I think its only a matter of time. Hysteria threatens to take over but I fight it. I grabbed my brand new Prada tote bag, shoving my first aid kit in and my car keys. Limping, I go out the door and clamber into my little black Volvo. I make a quick detour to the shops for more burn cream. Even thought it's a scald, I will put burn cream on it.
"Hey" Amanda greets me from the cashier. I smile and mutter hi back. I quickly go to the first aid isle and grab more cream and bandages. I go to Amanda and buy them.
"Burn cream?" she asked laughing.
"Yeah, I burnt myself on the curlers" I smile weakly, grabbing a bouncy thick curl. My hair is fully dry now. Huge curls replaced the wet mess. The red hair was really long, gently waving down my back, ending an inch from the top of my butt. My hair was make up of big curls, which I love.
"Typical. I constantly do that, it's a pain in the arse" she giggled. I laughed along with her and got my stuff. School will start in two minutes. I better move, I DON'T want to be late. It will only make matters worse for tonight when I get home…
Turning on the radio, I recognise Paramore is on. I sing along at the top of my lungs.
Take this time to realize This circle never ends Take this time to realize This circle never ends And it never ends This circle never ends
That you always shut your eyes
In the midst of trial
And everything is always right
And I think that it's time
This battle must be won
But you pushed it aside
Pushed it aside
Pretend that it's gone
And it's time you just face it, don't pretend
That it's over
This circle never ends
And it's time you just face it, don't pretend
That it's over
That you always force a smile
In the midst of trial
And everything is always right
And I think that it's time
This battle must be won
But you pushed it aside
Pushed it aside
Pretend that it's gone
And it's time you just face it, don't pretend
That it's over
This circle never ends
And it's time you just face it, don't pretend
That it's over
It never ends
And it never ends
And it never ends
No, it never ends
And it's time you just face it, don't pretend
That it's over
This circle never ends
And it's time you just face it, don't pretend
That it's over, it's over
Tears escaped from my eyes as I dwelled on the lyrics. I reached the school not surprised to see no one here. The bell had gone and quite clearly I was late. I quickly got our my car and go to the office to sign in. Entering the office, I closed my eyes as the warmth washed over me like I'd just sunk into a hot bath. I deeply inhaled the scents of paper, the flowers and aftershave? I opened my eyes and was met by a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes.
A/N So how was it? I really need reviews to let me know how im doing ? Good? Bad? Well those two songs in the chapter is Paramore. The first song is Fences and the second is Circle. So please review, I will update quicker!! Xx
-Louise x3