Abused but Still Standing
By: Kira Dowell
Chapter 1
Authors note:Hi guts this is my 1st story and I just want to say that I did get some ideas from other authors by reading their stories so thank you for that and if you hear anything from any of your stories thank you. Also since it's my first story im open to suggestions or comments of any kind. Anyway on to the disclaimer," IGGY!"
Iggy- what oh kira dearest
Me- disclaimer (rolls eyes)
Iggy- no (flops on couch)
Me- want bacon?
Iggy- do you even need to ask, I mean who wouldn't want bacon?!
Me- people who are allergic to bacon, duh
Iggy- touché, anyway can I have bacon now?
Me- nope (popping the p) but if you do the disclaimer for me ill give it to you
Iggy- done, maximumridelover0107 or kira doesn't own MR characters JP does and besides kira couldn't own this much semxy beast even if she wanted to
Me- uh-hu whatever you say igtard anyway on with the story
Max's P.O.VMy name is maximum Ava ride but call me anything but max and I will kill you bring you back to life and torture you till you have blood coming out of your ears. I'm a 16 year old girl and in high school. I have dirty brown hair with light blonde natural sun streaks in it and I have caramel brown eyes. I'm 5'11 and my mother died when I was 5. Ever since I was 5 my father Jeb has mentally, and physically abused me.
I just woke up and almost screamed in pain. So I gently got up and pried myself out of bed and hobbled very painfully to the bathroom that is connected to my room. I ever so carefully pulled up my shirt to assess the damage. What I saw would give kids nightmares, my abdomen looked like it was a blueish/purpleish grape, on my right arm the word "worthless" was carved in all caps, I had a black eye, a split lip, a deep cut going form my belly button to my pant line, and it felt like I broke one of my ribs. I also saw my many scars all over my arms, legs, and back. The many words, knife scares, bullet hole scars, whip lashes; burn marks, and so much more. Then my largest scar ever, the one that goes from the top of my left shoulder to my palm. It wraps around my arm like a spiral and when it gets down to my palm it goes in the spiral motion, but my worst scar ever was the one where Jeb tried to slit my throat but it didn't work. I sighed and put cover up on my eye, wrapped my stomach, and cleaned my arm.
I put on a skillet-long sleeve shirt that covers my neck, and an overly big hoodie. I also put on a pair of black skinny jeans, my old black converse high tops, and a pair of black gloves that the tips of the fingers are cut out of. I slowly crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. I made coffee, and frozen waffles. Then I grabbed a cereal bar for me, and my old book bag and ran out of the h**lhole I call a "home". I grabbed my headphones and put them in my ears and put my iphone on shuffle. One of my favorite songs called "tourniquet" by: Evanescence came on. I slowly started to sing along.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more (so much more)
I lay dying and pouring crimson regret, and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My god
My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god
My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side, or will you forget me
I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My god
My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god
My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
(Return to me salvation)
I want to die!
My god
My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god
My tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied?
Christ, tourniquet, my suicide
(Return to me salvation)
(Return to me salvation)
When the song stopped I stumbled. I fell on my knees so I had a scraped them a little. When I tried to pull myself up my arm, stomach, and knees screamed out in pain. I kept repeating the chant I had made up when I was 5, pain is just a message and the answering machine is all tied up. But the pain still wants to make me cry. Then the prickly sensation came to the back of my eyes. I willed with all my might that they wouldn't fall, but my life is never that easy, ever. So one little tear came and it felt grate and alien all at the same time. It felt weird to cry even though I have shed a few tears every once in a while. But I would never ever cry in front of jeb because I haven't cried in front of him since I was 6. If you're wondering why I haven't cried in front of him since I was 6 is because jeb (my father or as like to call him the spawn of satin) cut me from my pant line to the base of my neck. I still have the scar.
FLASHBACK
"Daddy please I didn't do anything wrong!" I scream at him. "Oh on the contraire you didn't leave me any beer this morning, so you need to be punished." He smiled an evil toothy grin, and pulls a knife out from behind his back. I try to run but he planed this because he tackled me and put me to the ground. He turned me over and cut me from where the tag on the back of pants to the base of my neck. (But its still low enough that you can't see it unless my shirt is riding up or my pants fall down a little) I scream at the top of my lungs and will myself to pass out but I stayed conscious just long enough to feel jeb carve b**** into my right shoulder. Then everything went black.
END FLASHBACK
Now I know what you're thinking, "why don't you go and tell the police on that stupid so of a biscuit eater?" well that's simple he promised me he'd kill me and the person I told and jeb never ever goes back on a promise.
So have I told you that I'm very claustrophobic? Well I am because from when I was 5 till when I was 8 I slept in a dog crate. I also hate being around people because for one I don't want them to get hurt or find out about me being abused, and most people don't talk to me because one time the player Dylan came over to me and tried to shove his tongue down my throat so I bit it and kicked him where the sun don't shine and he couldn't walk right for a week. So I have the reputation of the loner/bad a**/smart kid. The only reason why I'm smart is because jeb will beat me harder if I don't, and my only way out is if I get a scholar ship. Anyway I get to my locker and get my things and I'm on my way to class when I hear the sick click clack of the devils shoes…. high heels. But the scary thing isn't the shoes well they are scary but the really scary thing is the person in them. The queen bee Lissa king, talk about cliché. She is the school slut. She's wearing a to tight neon hot pink tube top, a bright neon lime green too short mini skirt, and 6" neon pink high heels. Only the sad thing is, that im still taller than her. So she's 5'2. Anyway she hobbles over to me and said in a high pitched squeal," hey freak, what are you doing? Oh I know your mopping around because you don't have a boyfriend and can't get laid." "Well lissa, your wrong. I was just thinking about how sl***y you are when a thought popped in my head, do you want to know what it is?" I asked in a fake preppy voice, but I answered before she could say anything." I was just thinking how earth's not a garden so don't be a h**." I stated and please try to believe me when I say I tried not to laugh at lissa's face but it was just to funny so I let a smirk play out on my lips. She had a look of pure shock that I called her that, so funny. I hadn't notice the crowd that had formed around us. I really didn't care that much because I want them all to see me tell her off." Oh and lissa your new name is lizza because all you are is a giant ball of c** and artificial giant b***s." After I said that there were a whole bunch of "ooooo's", "aaaaaaa's", and "you just got burned!" lissa's face got bright red and I think I made her snap because she tried to slap me but with my very fast reflexes I caught her hand. Now that really surprised her because her eyes went wide and she looked like she was going to pee herself. After I caught her hand I punched her dead in the nose. Also to my satisfaction I heard a loud crack and saw blood going everywhere. Lissa went off on me saying I would pay because it was a very expensive gift and all that jazz but I didn't care and just walked off to my first period.