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May 18, 2011
New notebook today… It's morning now. I wonder how today will play out.
- Stormy
I closed my notebook and layed there in my bed, looking at the ceiling. He was gone now, but his scent of alcohol and smoke still filled my nose. I guessed that he wandered back to the living room when he was done with me. My eyes roamed around my room for a while. The glass from the broken picture frames were still scattered across the floor and the clothes I were wearing the night before were scattered in the same way.
I bit my lip as I looked down at my bare body. I had bruises and bite marks all over me. I hated how he marked me. It was just another way I couldn't forget him. I sighed and attempted to get up. That was the wrong thing to do. The wounds from last night were still fresh. I gasped and tried to stifle a whimper. I didn't want to take a chance of waking him up from his passed-out state in the living room.
I took my time at sitting up and stayed there, sitting at the edge of my bed. I wrapped myself in a blanket and looked at my face in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy from the tears, and I had a large bruise across my cheek. I poked the bruise and watched it go from white back to purple. Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound. My body went stiff. My first thought was that it was the door opening. My breathing quickened as I turned around to see if my attacker was there.
He wasn't. My door hadn't moved an inch. I sighed in relief. The worse part about my dad is that you never know when he's going to strike. He reminds me of a terrorist. He leaves you shaking in fear and wondering when he'll attack you next.
I took another glance at myself and decided it was time for me to start hiding my wounds. I had school today and I didn't need people asking questions.
I started with putting on a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie that was two sizes too big for me. That was the easy part; the harder part is the make-up. I used a lot of foundation to cover the bruises and eye shadow helped with any bruises around the eye area.
I sighed and looked at the mirror once again. I was staring at a girl that I didn't recognize. Her long brown hair was messy and tangled. Her grey eyes were lined with dark bags that even foundation couldn't hide. She had a permanent frown plastered on her face. I couldn't make out her expression; it was filled with so many emotions, despair, sadness, hatred, hopelessness, anguish, darkness, and more. She couldn't have been like this her whole life. Something had to have happened to turn her into this…this zombie. She blinked when I did and when I raised my hand to touch the glass she did too. That girl was me. As much as I didn't want to be her, I was her. I was this walking zombie. I went through the motions of life wondering if it would ever end, if he would ever stop hurting me.
I picked up a comb and started brushing my tangled hair. Once it was all untangled, it fell just bellow my shoulders. I didn't look like an abused girl. I looked like this porcelain doll. It disgusted me how the girl I would see in the mirror is a total fake. I was not a normal, happy girl. I was abused.
"Stormy!"
Oh God…please…"Go to school!" He said. It was the only thing he said and he didn't even bother coming into my room. I thanked god in my mind, grabbed my backpack, and walked out of the house without giving a glance toward his direction.
Once I was outside, I was safe. I wasn't subjected to his beatings or his hateful looks. I could even run away if I want, but that wouldn't do any good. I would still be haunted by the memories of him. Every scar, bite, curse, beating, I would remember it. He has embedded himself into my mind and soul. There's no use in trying to run from something that will always be there.
I walked a mile until I finally got to my school, Forks High School. The school is a collection of matching buildings, built with maroon colored bricks and surrounded by trees and shrubs. It fits with the dull, rainy, mood of Forks.
I sighed inwardly as I walked through the doors of the school. How was it possible to be in a school full of people and still feel horribly alone? I've never had many friends. Actually, I've never had any. I was the type of girl who would keep to herself. I didn't want to risk the chance of anyone finding out anything about my life or the past I have.
I walked straight toward my locker, hearing random pieces of conversations from other people. There was a lot of talk about a new girl in town. Bella, I think her name was. Lot's of people were talking about how she was from Arizona. I huffed while I was trying to open my lock. She was probably some tan, athletic, popular girl. At least, that's what everyone was saying.
I got my English book out of my locker and made it to Mr. Mason's class just before the final bell. I took my seat and looked at Mr. Mason. He was a tall man and he was bald. He never really paid attention to me, which was good. I hated it when teachers would get on my case about why I didn't have my homework or why I was late to school. I couldn't just tell them, "Oh I'm abused." That would freak them out and my dad would probably convince them that I'm lying, just like he did when I was little.
Usually the seat next to me would always be empty, but it was different today. One of the Cullen boys took a seat next to me. The Cullens would usually keep to themselves, but at least they had each other. I had no one. Anyway, I glance over to get a better look at the guy. I was trying to remember which one he was. He was handsome that was for sure. He had slightly curly, dark brown hair, pale skin, and golden eyes. To me, he looked like a huge muscular teddy bear.
"Hey, I'm Emmett." He said to me. That's when I realized I had been staring at him for quite a while. I blinked, kind of surprised that he talked to me, and he just flashed me a sheepish grin. I smiled a little when I noticed he had dimples. The smile didn't stay though and I went back to my guarded expression. "I'm Stormy." I said. He extended out a hand to me and I reached my hand up to shake it. When I looked down, I realized that I had pulled my sleeves up, sometime before I got here, and my wrists were showing with multiple bites and cut marks from the night before. I instantly pulled my hand away from his and pulled my sleeves down. I could feel his eyes on me as I turned my attention to the lesson Mr. Mason was teaching.
I forced myself not to glance back at him and spent the rest of the period pretending to write notes in my notebook. Truthfully, I was too distracted by the fear of not knowing if he saw the wounds or not.
The school day went by and it wasn't until later that I realized his hand was very cold when I shook it.
*Later*
I took my time walking home that day. It was raining, but I would rather walk in rain instead of going home to a beating from my dad. A profound sigh escaped my lips as I accidentally stepped into a muddy puddle.
Why me…?Suddenly, the sound of a car comes up behind me. Then it happened. The car sped by me, sending up a wave of muddy water crashing into me. Not only was I soaked now, but I was also covered in mud. Usually, a normal girl would be obsessing of how her clothes and hair were ruined, but I was far from being a normal girl. The only thing I was worried about was how I was going to get yelled at by my dad for being so stupid that I couldn't even keep myself clean.
"DAMMIT!" I yelled in anger. I looked ahead and saw that the car had pulled a U-turn and was slowly coming back toward me. It pulled up next to me and rolled down the driver side window. I groaned inwardly as I realized who it was.
Emmett Cullen.
"Hey, look I'm really sorry. I didn't see you there. It was an accident." He said sincerely. I bit my lip and shook my head, "It's fine. Forget about it." I said and started walking away from him. "Hey! Wait!" He called after me. I turned around and saw that he had gotten out of his car. He was standing in the rain, without a sweatshirt. He wasn't even shivering.
"What?" I didn't move closer to him.
"At least let me take you home or something. To make up for ruining your clothes and stuff." He offered. The last thing I wanted to do was go home.
"No, really it's fine. Plus I can't go home looking like this." I gestured toward my clothes that were soaked in rainwater and mud. What a lovely combination.
"Then I'll take you back to my place. You could clean up there." He said. I was surprised how persistent he was being. Any other guy would have just left me there for sure.
"Um…" Don't you dare agree Stormy "O-Okay…"
He smiled victoriously and got into the car. I reluctantly walked over and got into the driver's seat. The ride was silently, but I could feel his eyes on me when we would get to stop lights and such. I looked at him suspiciously and asked "What?"
"You have a bruise on your face."
Crap…the rain must have washed my make-up away. "Um…I do?" I said playing dumb.
"Yeah you do. I didn't see that today when we were in English." He said looking at me skeptically.
"I…um…got hit in the face with a basketball in gym class." I lied. My heart was beating quickly as I waited for his response.
"Oh, well. That sucks. That's a pretty bad bruise too. Hey, my dad's a doctor, he could take a look at it for you." He said nicely.
"No." I said too quickly. I didn't want anything to do with doctors. Doctors were the quickest way of finding out a person is abused. I wasn't going to take that chance.
"Um, okay then." He said. I knew he was probably wondering why I had shot down the offer so quickly, but he didn't need to know about my life. No one did.
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