Beep Beep Beep
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Great 5:30. I opened my eyes only to find my broken bruised body. Last night I made the mistake of not having Charlie's food ready on time.
Charlie is the chief of police. They tell me he's my father but I can't believe them. I can't believe that a father would abuse his only daughter. How could he? I'm 17,
The only thing I really look forward to is that I'm 17, in 1 year I can leave this place. I can stop all the suffering.
I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, washing the dried blood off. I focused on the water. trying to let my problems run down the drain with it, I tried to think that I still lived with Renee. Trying being the operative word.
Rene was my mother she got remarried and finally had a good enough reason to ship me to this green hell.
I quickly got out of the shower and made my way to my closet. I decided on going with plain black sweater with baggy black jeans and a black Linkin Park hoodie that was at least 3 sizes too big. I slipped on my plain black converse and made my way down stairs.
I made Charlie his breakfast not making any for myself, I hadn't eaten since last Friday, it wasWednesday now. I sat his bacon, 3 eggs over easy, sausage, and coffee on the table. Not long after I had he walked down the stairs, his work boots slamming down on the stairs.
"Your breakfast is ready, sir." My voice quivered
He walked up and drew his hand back slapping it crossed my face. I fell to the ground holding back the tears in my eyes. He grabbed my hair and raised me up so I was looking straight at him, then he smirked and slung me down walking to his breakfast.
I grabbed my keys and messenger bag and ran out of the house. I sat in my Chevy pickup for a few minutes. My upper arm and check burned from my fall and slap. But that didn't matter none of it mattered, because it's not like I'm ever going to get help.
I started my truck and made my way to the pointless uneventful highlight of my day… school.
At school I was nothing more than the emo, gothic, wanna be, freak my peers have so kindly called me since I moved here, freshman year. Now I'm a junior with only one more year. One year till I'm free of this hell.
I parked my truck in front of the dull high school building. As I was getting out I noticed a silver Volvo I hadn't seen before.
New students?