I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock and turned it off hoping for more sleep. But alas my dream were smashed as my father came bursting through the door.
"Talae (pronounced Tah-lay) get your ass up now" He yelled while throwing his empty beer bottle at my head. Thankfully it missed and hit the wall above me. The sound of shattering glass echoed off the walls. Silently I thanked that Scott and Stiles weren't here to witness this. They were my two best friends since preschool and I wouldn't want any other friends like them.
A sharp pain in my head made me cry out as dad dragged me out of bed. Blood welled where my skin and shredded glass met.
"Make me breakfast, you useless bitch" he trailed off and stumbled away. Most people would have sat there and cried much like I wanted to. But what would that do? Nothing absolute nothing. So I pulled myself up ignoring the searing pain. Slowly I limped to the bathroom and pulled the glass out, poured peroxide on it and bandaged it.
Cleaning off the blood I walked down stairs and started to heat up the breakfast I had made late last night just in case. I had a little time before I had to go to school. Classes started at 8:00 and it was only 7:30. The ancient microwave dinged as I placed a fresh beer, his breakfast and a piece of buttered toast on the table. Running up the stairs, I took a quick shower.
Under the hot steaming water I felt as if the blood and dirt wash away. That every little imperfection, little scar or bruise or cut was somehow disguised. Under the water, with the steam as a cover I let myself break down. Only a little though, I didn't sob only let the tears silently streak down my face.
While I shampooed my hair and condition I cried. When I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off I stopped. I got dressed quickly into a scarlet long sleeve and jeans, throwing my hair into a quick ponytail.
Just as I stepped out the door a sharp sting came across my cheek, making my head turn sharply and bang against the door frame.
"What are doing? Do you know how long you've been in there? 15 minutes, get out so I'm not late for work otherwise" but I was already moving , rushing to my bed room. When suddenly I felt something grab my hair and yank.
Falling backward I landed on my back and groaned at the impact. Something cracked when his foot connected with my ribs. Gasping I rolled over coughing and crying in pain. He stepped on my hand on his way to the bathroom making sure to bounce on it till he heard that satisfying snap.
When the bathroom door closed I drug myself up slowly trying not to pay attention to the pain. Limping, more like crawling, to my room I looked at the clock beside my bed, the time read 7:55. Crap. Slowly I looked up to see two pairs of shocked eyes of Scott and Stiles.
Omg I really think I'm gonna fall in love with this story it starts off a little slow and crappy but I hope you guys like it and I think I'll have Derek in the next chapter.
