A Wrisk Well Woth It, Chapter 2.
A Happy Home
The walk home wasn't too long. It took a mere 15 minutes. I should have taken a longer route. Most teenagers my age were concerned with their parents embarrassing them infront of friends and other things of that nature but the reason my few friends don't come over or even mention the idea is mainly out of fear. I lied to about my home life. It was not okay, it never was. I lied to him and lied to Tracy and Eric on many occasions. But My friends wernt naive, they knew.
They knew what the case was when I showed up with a new bruise, when it hurt to move or when I just couldn't speak. Though we never talked openly about it they urged me on several occasions to do something. To speak to someone, anyone but I couldn't. I couldn't deal with the thought of being sent to a shelter and possibly shiped around to new families like a package. I'm so close to 18 now I just keep telling myself to hang in just a bit longer then i'll be free on my own with that last thought I reached my front door, took a deep breath and went inside.
I quietly shut the door behind me and tip toed my way past the living room towards the stairs but I knew I failed once I felt a hand grab my arm and jerk me back.
"And where the fuck have you been princess?" My stepfather barked in my ear.
I sighed and realized it wasn't going to be a good night.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He yelled again.
"I've been at school...you know, where I usually go each day?"
It was a bad idea to be snappy and I knew that once he threw me to the floor. He bent down on his knees and came just inches infront of my face and spoke in that same cold tone that just made me want to vomit.
"DO NOT dare get smartass with me baby, you know damn well what will happen to you."
"I know, I still have the bruises from last time." I spat back with disgust.
Again bad idea on my stood up and gave me a swift kick to my ribs.
I bit my lip not wanting to give in and give him the satisfaction of my cries. Again another kick, twice as hard this time. Soon after I couldn't hold my composure and cried out for him to stop, please. He obliged with a sick smile across his face as he looked down upon me.
"Have I made my point darling? Are you gonna keep back talking me?"
"No" I whispered.
"Good" was all he said before grabbing his beer off the table and retreating to the living room.
I lied on the floor in absolute pain not wanting to make any quick movements in fear of the pain that I honestly knew was inevitable. While I lay there taking in short hallow breaths I looked up at the kitchen table and was shocked to see my mother's eyes looking down on me. I realized she sat there in silence the whole time with a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand and did nothing. This is what she was now. Ever since my dad passed a few years prior shes turned to drinking and unfortunately she also turned to Jack, my now stepfather and her personal drinking was no love ever there between them. He just needed a roof over his head and she didn't want to be alone. But now she did nothing but drink and lay around the house and apparently watch her own daughter get abused before her eyes. I couldn't keep my tears in and neither could she. We stared at eachother for what felt like forever, both crying and both silent. Before I pulled myself together and managed to stand she silently mouthed a "I'm sorry". I couldn't take that and slowly but steadily made my way up the stairs to my room.
Once inside I quickly shut and locked the door behind me. I dropped my bag to the floor and went to my bathroom. Avoiding my mirror the best I could I carefully undressed and stepped into the shower. A few moments later the warm water poured over my body and even though I enjoyed it it did hurt the abused flesh over my ribs, I winced and continued the cleaning took me a little longer than usual trying to be carful but once i stepped out of the shower and dried off I knew avoiding the mirror any longer would be silly so I took a deep breath ...ow... okay nevermind, a shallow breath and looked in the mirror at my reflection.
The damage already began to show across my area was already turning a shade of purple and felt like an absolute bitch to touch and I just became aware of the bruise beginning to appear on my forearm where he grasped that a sweater couldn't hide I suppose. Beside the overall new damage he inflicted I stared at myself now. I never had much self esteem, not because I think of myself as ugly per-se but there was nothing in my opinion that stood out. I was bland, normal even.
My skin was rather pale and against my long black hair it kinda made me look like I came from the Addam's Family. With this thought I laughed alittle and realized how much laughing even hurt me at the moment so I combed my hair and threw on some comfortable clothes. It might not be dark out or even late yet but I was done with the day and just wanted to sleep so I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my head and silently cried myself to sleep.
A/N: Well theres chapter 2 so please let me know what you think =)