Pain. That's all I felt. Nothing else but pain that ran through my body as I woke up from my sleep. I couldn't move. It hurt worse when I moved. My mind went back to the night before when I had forgotten to take the chicken out of the oven and it had burnt which spoiled Charlie's dinner. He got angry and lashed out. That happens on a daily basis, but last night was something else. He must have had a hard day at work. That would explain the punishment I got. He punched me in the stomach and as I doubled over in pain he kicked me. I lost count at how many kicks around about five. He usually only kicked me twice. He then grabbed me by my throat and pinned me to the wall punching me a few more times and telling me how much of a horrible daughter I was and I deserved to die. I wondered why he hadn't killed me yet. It's probably because I cook him his dinner and clean the house. If I were to die he would have to do all that himself. My existence wasn't worth anything. I didn't have any friends or mum. My mum passed away when I was ten. She was battling cancer and the cancer won. I avoided making friends as Charlie threatened me if I were to make friends it would only end bad for me. Maybe I should make friends, maybe then he'll kill me. I doubt it.
As I lay in bed I turn to look at my clock on my bedside table. It was six-thirty. I had half an hour to get ready and leave for school. Great. Don't get me wrong, school is much better than home and I love my classes. I just hate the looks and comments. Since I don't have any friends it's easier to get picked on. Especially for Jessica and her click. They have picked on me since we were five. Jessica and I grew up on the same street until she moved when my mum passed. She always likes to pick on me about my mum. I find it hard but I grew accustomed to it . It was just routine like Charlie hitting me everyday.
After a minute or two I slowly started to get up. Even though Charlie had hit me last night he would still expect me to go school even with me being in a lot of pain. He always makes sure not to hit me in the face or anywhere else that is noticeable so people wouldn't get suspicion. But today was going to be different to hide to face that I'm in a lot of pain since I could hardly move. Once I had gotten to my feet I slowly made it to the bathroom. I struggled to take a breath and every step I took made the pain worse. Once I got to the bathroom I opened the first aid cupboard and took out a bag of bandages. I carefully took off my top to look at the damages. I was black and blue all over and I was for sure I had a few broken ribs. After examining my bruises I took a long piece of bandage and wrapped it around my torso, tightening it as much as I could without causing myself any more damage. I screamed in pain as I tightened it. I pinned it together and then took two pain killers hoping it'll help with the pain.
Once I was done in the bathroom I made my way back to my bedroom to get ready for the day. I enjoyed my mornings to an extent. I hated the pain but I know nothing else could happen before school as Charlie had already left the house for work. He always started early as he was the chief of police of our small home town, Forks, Washington. I know it sounds unbelievable that my dad who causes me so much pain and misery could be a police officer. That's why I have never told anyone about what happens at home. They wouldn't believe me, they would take Charlie's side. Believing he could do no wrong. I looked through my small wardrobe for something comfortable to wear. I decided to wear my baggy jumper which wouldn't cause me too much discomfort. I put it on with difficulty. I picked out some joggers instead of jeans as those would be more comfortable. Once I was dressed it put my hair up into a ponytail. I grabbed my bag and all the books that I would need for today and headed down stairs to put on my shoes and jacket. I don't wait around in the morning as I don't have anything to do. I had already tidied the night before and Charlie would also get something for breakfast on his way to work.
I left the house, locking it behind me and headed for my truck. Charlie had bought me an old Chevy truck for when I got my license. He hated driving me anywhere so he bought me the truck. It doesn't work much but when it does I am grateful to not have to walk two miles to school and it would usually be in the rain. As I drove down the road to school the rain had started. It always rains in Forks, we maybe have two weeks of sun a year. I don't mind the rain but I did mind walking in it. I hated feeling wet clothes on me. I loved the scenery as I drove down the road. There was a twelve acre forest that sat between Charlie's house and the house. I don't like to call Charlie's house my house as you're supposed to feel safe in your house and I don't. I also don't call Charlie my dad as he doesn't deserve that title. The only time I do refer to him as my dad is when someone asks about. I'm not allowed to call him dad or Charlie to his face. I have to call him sir as he sees me as his property and not his daughter.
After a fifteen minute drive along the road I arrived at Forks High. I drove slowly around the parking lot, as students started to fill the road, looking out for a spot to park in. The lot was already almost full up; the only spot that was left was beside a very nice looking Mercedes. I felt anxious parking close to the car as I didn't want to scuff it up and have the person mad at me. The car was too nice to be in this parking lot, it's not familiar. There must be someone new starting today which was something that didn't happen very often. Once I was parked I turned my key, killing the ignition. I put my key into my backpack and stepped out of my truck. Being careful not to hit the very expensive looking car beside me. I had some books in the back of my truck that I threw in the other day which I needed for this morning so I opened the back of my truck to quickly grab them and made my way into school. As I made my way in, people's gazes were directed at me. They all sniggerd and whispered to their friends as I walked past and someone shouted something at me which made me advert my eyes. I looked behind me towards the voice when suddenly I ran into something. Or someone.
