Prologue
We all have our stories. We bare the burden of never being able to share who or what we are. After nine years... I couldn't take it. My story was like the world. And it rested on my shoulders. So I wrote it down in ink. Hidden in plain sight. The stain on my skin. We all bare a burden. Mine just happens to be on my skin. And until know, it was just mine. But now, his skin carries his stories. Now, this is the ink that marks our bodies.
Chapter One
BEEEP! BEEEEEEEP! BEEP!
I wake to the blaring of my annoying alarm clock and moan. My hand reaches out, slapping the nightstand, trying to find the off button.
"BEATRICE! Turn your alarm clock off now!" And that... is my annoying brother. Sometimes, I have dreams about him marrying my alarm clock. I mean they are PERFECT for each other. Annoying and... well... annoying. As the alarm continues to slowly burst my eardrums, my eyes snap open and I throw a punch at the clock. I let out a sigh of contentment when I hear the alarm smash against the wall.
"Beatrice that is the second alarm clock this month! What do you think father will say when he gets back?" I let out a gasp and jump out of bed.
"SHIT!" I scream when I realize how much pain I will be in when Andrew gets back. My eyebrows scrunch up as I try and calculate how many lashes I'll get. I end guessing about twenty. That's not the best, but it's definitely not the worst. I should probably explain, my dad-oh how I hate to call him that- Andrew, has beat me and my brother Caleb for almost ten years. I'm 16 and he started the beatings when I seven.
I rush to the shower and end up getting out ten minutes later. When I get a text from Christina, my bestie, I know I have to hurry. I throw on a crop top, skinny jeans and some convers shoes before fixing my hair and applying the minimal amount of make-up. While running out the door, I grab an apple and hop into Chris' corvette. She turns to me and grins a sly grin.
"Are you ready for the first day back at hell?"
