A/N- This is my first fic.....Please be nice!!
"Somebody! Please Help Me!"
I ran as fast as I could, trying to escape the horrors of the night.
My mother had been drinking yet again, swallowing bottles of alcohol like pills.
Running until my muscles ached and gasping for breath, I tried to dodge my mother's wicked
beating and torturing. She swung her powerful hand back, then striked my left cheek.
It felt like a wip being slashed against my skin, burning while I cried out.
She stepped away, bringing her leg up, starting to kick at my weak stomach.
Keeling over, the only vision I had was my mom's devilish snear loomed over my body, until
everything collapsed into blackness.
The next morning, I woke up in my bed. My father and mother were surroundiig it,
concerness displayed on both their faces.
"What happened last night, Hermione?" Asked my Dad.
"She fell down the steps.....and blacked out." My mother said, before I could utter a
single word.
I knew that if I told my dad the REAL reason, my mother would torture me
even more. I didn't contradict my mother's words, just fell silent.
"Well...I have a BIG assignment that I need to present to my employers today, I will see
you both at dinner tonight." Mr. Granger bent down, kissed his daughter on the nose. Then
turned to his wife, and placing a kiss on her lips.
"Bye, Daddy." I said, without moving from the warmness of my bed.
I wanted to shout out, PLEASE DON'T GO!! DON'T LEAVE ME!!, but my mouth wouldn't say the
words.
After Mr. Granger left the house with a piece of toast in one hand, and his briefcase in
the other, My life became a living hell.
"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND PICK UP ALL OF THIS FUCKIN' GLASS!!" My mother yelled.
I reluctantly sauntered my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
What did I EVER do to deserve this? I get good marks, and I try to please her,
but she just beats me even more!
I picked up the broken glass from the bottles that had shattered last night. Why did
my mother have to drink?, I thought while watching my mother slurp down another bottle.
My heart banged in my chest, tears stung my eyes. I quickly reached my room, and locked the
door. Staring in the mirror, my body was covered in bruises and deep scratches.
What am I going to do?
I can't wait until summer ends and school starts again. The only place where I feel at
peace is at school, I get fed well and treated right. Just the thought of going back to
school released a fresh flood of tears from my worn out eyes.
I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, my clothes are ripped and shredded, my hands are
bloody from the glass. My legs weakened, as I collapsed to the floor. I layed there,
a big mess on the ground, trying to ignore the pounds and threats from the other side of
my bedroom door.
Clutching my ears, trying to dismiss the annoying ringing in my ear, I fell into a
dreamless sleep.
A/N- Should I continue with this? Please review and tell me what you think! No flaming
please! Constructive critiscism is welcomed!!