A/N I know you guys are going to think I'm crazy because I already have two stories going but I think I'm going to save my second story for later since this story I have already come up with like 10 chapters for. So I hope you all enjoy this story! Read and Review!

I stood in front of the full length mirror. My eyes moved up and down my body, I tears stinging my eyes every time I seen a bruise. I looked at me eyes. I was both physically and mentally exhausted. I haven't slept much because of all my bruises, every time I move pain shoots through my body.

I turn on the shower and climb in. the hot water relaxes my sore muscles. My mind wanders to how great my life was a few years ago, before my mom died. Now my dad is an alcoholic and abuses me when he's drunk. I'm not mad that he does it because if when he's sober he wouldn't hurt a fly and he has no idea what he does to me when he's drunk.

After a few more minutes of standing in the soothing hot water I wash and get out. I dress myself in a pair of black skinny jeans and yellow tank top. I then zip up my black jacket that covers all of my bruises on my arms and slide on my ankle boots. I pulled my partially dry curly hair into a messy bun and grab my tan messenger bag.

I open my bedroom door quietly and look over to see my dad drunk laying on the couch. I tip toe back into my room and climb swiftly out of my window, which was difficult to do with all my bruises. I took a shortcut through the back of my yard and began walking to school. I had to walk slowly because of my aching legs.

"Can't wait for P.E." I mumble to myself.

I stopped at the stop sign in front of me and waited for my best friend Trish to meet me there.

"Hey ally! Sorry it took so long, I can't find my English book" I rolled my eyes at her and dug around in my bag, pulling out her English book that she had lent to me.

"Oh! Right I forgot I let you borrow mine because 'The Jerk' stole yours." she said

I filched at the statement. Austin or 'the jerk' and his group of friends have been bullying me ever since 9th grade now we are juniors and I've put up with this for almost three years. If only he knew how hard my life was I bet he wouldn't do this.

Trish and I continued talking and walking. I was surprised she hadn't noticed my slight limp. I never told her about my dad and what he does to me, I never told anyone. As we approached the school I couldn't help but feel the lingering sense that today was going to be filled with unwanted surprises.