That day was the happiest day of my life. Now, it's all gone. Every time I do something, I get rewarded. Not the usual thing like a sticker or a medal but a bruise. A purple mark stuck on my body for the rest of my life. A mark that ruins my life and trust.
I sat staring out the window. It was raining. The weather I liked most. I would often go and sit outside as the rain drops would cover my tears as I thought suicidal thoughts. Why had I married such a beast? He had brought back memories of when I was ten.
I was sitting on the sofa. My birthday was the day before and I was playing with my new toys. Mammy had just left for the bingo with Mrs McGoogan. Trevor was out. Mark and Rory were upstairs. Then, Rory came running down the stairs. He shouted, "Cathy! Mark ripped your communion dress!" Mark then ran down and shouted, "Rory wore it first. I was helping him get it off." I shouted, "Why did you two have it anyway?" Then, Daddy came in. He had an empty beer bottle in his hand. He looked at all three of us. My brothers ran back upstairs. Daddy took a step towards me. I gulped. He said, "What you doing Cathy?" I didn't say anything. He said, "Not gonna speak eh? Well, I know what will make you speak." Suddenly the glass he was holding found its way to his fist. All it took was one shard to fly at me and cut my cheek. Blood trickled down my neck and stained my skin.
That was the first time. I thought it was an accident. That's until a bruise found its way onto my cheek. I knew it was no longer a onetime thing. I used to cover it all up. Pretend I hurt myself at school or fell down the stairs or had cookery and got food colouring on my skin. Mammy couldn't find out. That's why I was happy the day Daddy died. He couldn't hurt me anymore. He was dead. I was surprised when Mammy wasn't as sad as Granddad was.
Now, he's been replaced. By a much bigger beast, Tony. He doesn't understand that I've been through it all before. He doesn't know daddy used to abuse me. Every day I get a new bruise of scratch. Half the time I don't see what I've done wrong.
I was sitting looking out the window. It was around this time Tony came back home from work. I dreaded this time. I heard the door lock click. He was back. I know I'm going to gain at least one cut or bruise tonight. Even if I have done nothing. He walked in and gave me the usual look. I knew he was in a bad mood. I know I'll get more than one beating tonight.
A/N so, this is the first chapter to my new story. how do you guys like it? Should I continue it or make it into a small oneshot? Please review and tell me. im not sure. I know this one is short but if I do continue it, the future chapters will be longer. promise xx