Cloaked Mystery

As I stepped in the living room i was meet with a fist to my side. I fell to the ground not even flinching, to me and what i have been through that punch was nothing.

I looked up through my bangs which now covered my eyes and stared in my fathers black eyes, which I could see turning red with anger. My fathers eyes were special, they are normally black, but the turn red when he is angry. That is where I get my one red eye from.

As he glared down he repeated "Destiny why are you so late?"

I knew if I told him the truth about not being able to find my locker it would be worse. He would say something along the lines of having a stupid daughter and how I'm such a disgrace. Instead I just looked at him, my bangs covered my red eye so it was just my green eye, which was just like my mothers, looking up at him.

I saw his eyes soften just a bit before they were filled with even more anger than before. He pulled out the whip, which he always had with him, and started to whip me. Slowly my clothes and skin started to ripe.

I didn't scream, wince, or even flinch; I would not give him that satisfaction. I kept staring at him with my one green eye, soon he started yelling at me again.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! DON'T LOOK AT ME WITH HER EYES!"

". . ." I just kept silence as the whipping got more intense.

"YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING LITTLE GIRL!WHY WON'T YOU SCREAM?! WHY WON'T YOU CRY OUT IN PAIN FOR ONCE?! THIS WILL END MUCH QUICKER IF YOU DO!"

". . ." I still stayed silent, I knew that if I just screamed in pain this would stop or at least for tonight; but I will not give him what he wants. I will be strong, mother never would have wanted me to give up.

After about ten minuted he stopped whipping me. My shirt was on the floor shredded, my skirt was ripped in various places just like my socks. My back was drenched with blood that kept flowing out of me.

'Is the beating over? Is it going to just be that long?' I thought. As I was about to move to stand up, my father came over to be and started to kick me.

He kicked me in all my vital organs, I had blood in my mouth which I refused to cough out. I will not let him know that he was hurting me.

Soon he started to punch me. After about a good forty-five minutes of constant beating, he pulled me up by me neck, so I was as tall as him, my feet not touching the ground.

He then snarled in my face "You cunt, clean this up, get cleaned up, and stay out of my sight."

I silently obeyed and started to clean everything up. Once all the blood was cleaned from the floor I walked upstairs to my room.

I was sore all over so instead of taking a hot bath i took an ice cold one with ice to relax my muscles. I did this a lot so I wasn't affected very much by the cold touch of the water on my skin.

As I sat in my bath I started to think, I though about my mother, the friends I never had, and then a small smile cheeped up on my face with my last thought. 'I will sleep in my bed tonight, I won't have to sleep outside in the cold again'

Once I got out of the bath the water was red because of my blood. I didn't mind right now. I was in a happy mood, I would get to seep in my bed for once in a while.

I walked slowly to my full sized mirror, I looked at all the scared, scratches, and cuts I had. I pulled out the medical supply kit from the cabinet to my left.

I started to clean, stitch, and wrap all my cuts. Once I was done my whole abdomen, legs and arm were wrapped. With my whole body wrapped my double D size boobs looked pretty much flat. I didn't care though, no one was going to see them anyways and big boobs makes it hard to fight with.

I got in spandex and a comfortable crop top and socks then slid into my queen size bed. I was so exhausted that I didn't even try to sneak downstairs to try and get food. Instead as soon as I lied down I was fast asleep.

The next morning when I woke up I was happy that I was able to sleep a full five hours, i felt so refreshed. Usually i barely sleep because nightmare plague me the second I close my eyes, but last night i dreamed of nothing and it was beautiful.

When I woke up I was about to get ready to go to school when I realized it was the weekend. 'Good thing I decided to start school on a Friday' I though happily to myself.

Later at 11 A.M.

I was dressed in a white mini skirt with a gold rim, a white crop top which also had a gold rim, plain white thigh length socks, and black converse.

I decided to put part of my hair into two high pig tails. I also made sure that my bangs covered up my scar and my red eye.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror and then went down stairs. I was about to put on my cloak but then the thought entered my mind 'I'm going to the mall to buy clothes, if I were the cloak people will know I'm a girl.'Instead of putting the cloak on I folded it neatly and put it in my bag.

I then silently walked to the kitchen and wrote my father a note saying I was going to the mall and that I would have my phone with me. Knowing that he would kill me if I didn't let hi know where I was, and that h had company so it wasn't wise to disturb him.

I walked out of the house and started to walk to the subway station. Once i got to the subway I quickly got on and sat down.

As I waited for the subway to leave I realized how full it had gotten. That's when I saw an old man sanding trying to find a place to sit.

I expected one of the boys, there were about five in the group, to give the poor old man their seat. Instead, all I saw them do was just laugh at him.

I quickly stood up went over to the old man.

"Excuse me Sir, would you like to take my seat? I really don't mind standing at all." I said to the old man.

"Oh why thank you Miss, you are so kind," the old man then glanced over at the group of boys "I'm glad to see that some of the children now days are still educated and know how to be polite." he then smiled at me and went to sit down.