It's All For Her

1: Bianca POV

I beg him to let me go but he responds with kicking me over and over.
"Please, please!" I scream and my step-father, Michael kicks me this time in the stomach and I slip into darkness, my last thought is 'it's all for her'.

I groan as I open my eyes. I look down at myself and pull a face. Bruises of all colours are all over my small body. I haul myself out of bed and make my way to my bathroom at an extremely slow pace.

I lock the door behind me and take a long shower. I stay under the hot water until my mother, Joanna knocks on the door, screaming for me to get out.

I reluctantly do what I'm told and dry myself. After that I walk back to my room and get dressed in skinny jeans, fluffy boots and a long-sleeved black shirt. I dry my blond hair and then straighten it and put on a headband. I then make my way slowly down the stairs to the dining room.

As soon as I walk in, my little 4-year-old sister April looks up from her breakfast and a huge grin appears on her face. Her brightness makes me smile and I sit next to her.

"Good Morning Little One." I say and she giggles.

"Morning B" She says then starts eating her fruit. "Can you do my hair after breakfast?" She asks sweetly and I smile at her.

"Of course I can." I say, brushing a strand of her dark hair of her face. I then grab an apple off the fruit plate and start eating it when my step-father and mother walk in.

"The devil-child's awake then." He says bitterly, looking at me in disgust. I glare back at him, hatred making my blood boil. My mother sighs heavily, giving me a look.

"Don't look at your father like that." She snaps and I look at her. I spring to my feet, throwing my apple across the room.

"He is not my father!" I yell and she glares at me but Michael interrupts before she can say anything.

"How dare you talk to your mother that way?" He roars, picking up a plate and throwing at me but I dodge just in time. He throws another and it smashes on my left shoulder. I let out a small cry and sink onto my knees. Michael-or filth as I like to call him- comes over to me and drags me onto my feet by my hair and I glare into his dark green eyes. "You are lucky, you little devil, that I have work today. But you will pay for it tonight." He snarls, his horrible smelling breath going up my nose. He then drops me onto the floor and he and Mum walk out, slamming the front door behind them. I close my eyes for a second and clutch my shoulder. I feel it's wet with blood and I force back the tears that are brimming in my eyes as I open them.

April, my beautiful little sister kneels in front of me, crying. I let go of my shoulder.

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask, panicking, thinking that one of the plates may have got her. She shakes her head and points at my shoulder.

"You're hurt, B. He hurt you." She cries and I feel tears of my own falling now.

"It's alright April. I'm fine. I'm just happy you aren't hurt." I say before standing up and dizzily making my way to the kitchen. April grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly as I reach up and get the first aid kit out of the cupboard. The world rocks around me and I slide down into a sitting position on the tiled ground. I lean against the cupboard behind me and rest my head back. "April, sweetheart, I need you to go get Ms. Tillie from next door for me." I say and April nods frantically. She kisses my head before sprinting out of the house, the door slamming behind her.

I close my eyes, waiting for the old, caring lady from next door to arrive. Ms. Tillie is the nicest lady I know. She's the one who visits April and I during the day when Mum and filth leave. She's the one who helps me clean myself up after I've 'hurt myself'. She's the one who comes and makes sure we're okay when Mum leaves us alone with filth.

I've been living here since I was twelve, that's a few months after Mum found out she was pregnant with April. Once April was born, everyone thought we were a perfect family but that's only because that's exactly what Filth wanted them to think. No one knew that behind the locked windows and closed doors, that Michael was a horrible man who abused his step-daughter because I'm never good enough.

I hear the door open and the sound of April crying and Ms. Tillie's heavy footsteps.

"Oh my!" She says when she sees me on the floor. She rushes over to me and kneels beside me when I open my eyes.

"How bad is it?" I ask and she sighs.

"Nothing I can't fix." She murmurs before she gently takes off my shirt and starts working her magic. Ms. Tillie used to be a nurse before she retired. Apparently one of the best in the hospital she worked at. April whimpers and I look into her big brown eyes.

"You okay, little one?" I ask and April nods at my arm.

"Does it hurt?" She asks and I shake my head slightly.

"Luckily you had a long sleeved shirt on." She says "Where'd you get the bruises?"

"Same place I got this." I growl quietly and Ms. Tillie's concerned green eyes meet mine but she doesn't say anything because April's in hearing distance.

"April, honey, can you go get your sister a shirt from her room, please?" Ms. Tillie asks and April nods. She springs to her feet then runs up stairs. "Now, Bianca, did Michael do this?" She asks and I nod, tears filling my eyes again.

"Because I'm not good enough." I whisper. "Because I can't do anything right." Ms. Tillie strokes my cheek.

"Don't you ever think that." She says firmly. "You are a smart, beautiful young woman. Don't you ever listen to anything he says."

"But I'm useless, Ms. Tillie. No one wants me. Not even my own mother." I sob, letting tears fall down my face. Ms. Tillie wipes them away and takes my face in her hands.

"You are not. You are the smartest girl I know and the bravest. You and your sister are the most adorable and beautiful things I have ever seen. You are an independent, sweet, innocent, protective woman which I love. Which April loves more then she loves any one else." She says and I sniff. "You are going to do great things, Bianca Scott."

"You really think so?" I ask weakly and she nods.

"With all my heart." She murmurs before she kisses my forehead and takes her hands away from my face as April walks in. She sees my face then rushes over to me.

"Are you okay, Bianca?" She says, tears filling her eyes as she wipes a tear of my face. I smile at her and take the hot pink shirt of her and slip it on.

"Yes, I'm fine, little one." I say and she smiles.

"Love you." She says sweetly and I kiss her forehead.

"Love you too." I murmur.