A/N- sorry! I have been busy with gymnastics the past few weeks. Here you go!
Disclaimer: Once again, this chapter is violent, and can get graphic. There is some mild language. If you're sensitive to these things, please don't read!
I woke up an hour early to put on my makeup. There was a bruise on my cheek where I had been slapped. The violence had been going on for about 6 months and I got skilled at covering up bruises excellently. It took about 15 minutes. I picked out a long-sleeved outfit to cover the red marks on my arm from where Dad grabbed me. I hurried up and left to eat breakfast at school. Hopefully Phil has some spray donuts left, I thought.
School was normal. Phil said dinner was better than last time. I don't remember him telling me about Mr.Hackett coming over before, but whatever. I hoped he wouldn't ask why I wasn't as happy and talkitive as I usually am. He didn't, but I felt like he noticed and didn't want to say anything. But I forgot...midterms come back today! I was praying I would get A's so badly! And I can't hide it if I do get low grades. The school sends out a newsletter a few days before they come out.
Our seventh period teacher handed them out. "Teslow." she said when I got mine. I nearly cried when I saw my grades.
Teslow, Keely
Algebra II- C+
AP English 10-B-
AmericanHistory- C
Biology part II- A-
Elective 1- A+
Elective 2- A+
Elective 3- A
The B. The C's. Dad's going to kill me this time. I felt woozy. Suddenly everything went black.
I woke up in the nurse's office. "Keely, are you awake?" Nurse Harrold asked softly. "Yes." I whispered. "Honey, you passed out about 10 minutes ago. We checked everything and your body is fine. Are you going through a lot of stress?" "I uh...my grades are kind of low and...well some other stuff...with my...boyfriend. Yeah, my boyfriend." She looked sympathetic. "Well I certainly hope you feel better. I called your mother-" she looked at my emergency form. "Mandy and she's on her way to pick you up." Mom walked in about 5 minutes later. She talked a bit to the nurse and signed me out.
"So you were nervous about your grades, huh?" Mom asked. "How are they this time? "C plus in Algebra, C in History." I sighed. She knew dad would be upset. There was no telling. All we hoped was that he wouldn't lose his temper as bad.
We got in the house and I laid on the couch. A few hours later I awoke to some noise. "Where's my dinner..." Damn it! I swore to myself. "Sorry, dad. I wasn't feeling well." He didn't look as drunk, but he did have a beer in his hand. I guess he grabbed one when he came in. "That's no excuse. I expect food on the table as soon as I come in." He was mad, but not crazy. Hopefully he would be nicer with the grades. I was praying. "Now where are those grades?" He boomed. "I know you got midterms today!" I looked at the ground. What should I do? Should I lie and tell him I didn't get them yet? That will buy me some time. But he was too quick. He spotted it on the kitchen table, buried beneath bills and letters. "Lets see..." He was giving me a dirty look. "C's! C'S! A B MINUS!" Dad's face turned so red it was almost purple. Mom came running. "Mark, what's wrong?" I screamed. "What the hell is this!" He smacked me. "With grades like this you're going to turn out a slut like your mom!" This is where I draw the line. "Don't call my mom a slut, you bastard!" I screamed in a fit of rage. For just a second -maybe just a millisecond- there was silence. A shocked silence. Mom's mouth hung wide open. Dad turned another shade of red I don't even think was possible. He grabbed my sore arm. "Young lady don't you ever talk to me like that!" He started beating me. He threw me against the wall and kicked me hard. "Mark what are you doing!" Mom yanked at his arms. "Get off her!" He smacked mom. While he was distracted I ran up to my room. I was bleeding and in tremendous pain but I kept going. I had to do something. It felt like an out-of-body expirence. I got a bag and packed some things. I can't even remember what I packed. The yelling was still going on downstairs. I wrote a short note to my parents and got out the window the best I could. I crashed in the bushes and it hurt badly. I ran.
There's a cliffhanger for ya'll to hold on to. I want to tell you about the next chapter soooooooo bad. All I can tell you though is that Phil will get involved.