Beauty from Pain:Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Not Jimmy Neutron, not Rockefeller street by Getter Jaani, and not Monster by Ghost Town. Sorry it's been a while, I lost inspiration for a while and I always write chapters first in my notebook so if my laptop goes berserk again, I have it on hand. I'm so glad people are reading this! Thank you to cshorey100, Spike is mine, and Guest who reviewed!
When they got back to Cindy's house, Cedric started in. "Who the HELL was that and why were you there?!" Cindy cowered behind a chair. "I d-dropped my iPod... I j-just went to get it back... He goes to my school..." Cedric's eyes blazed with anger. "How DARE you?! Of course you act like a spoiled brat! Do you think I'm made of money?!" At this he slapped her with such force she staggered back a few feet. He then pushed her over onto the ground and proceeded to kick her in the stomach. "Get up you stupid slut!" As she slowly rose from the ground, he punched her. " go to your room. I can't stand to look at you anymore." He then spit in her direction. She walked up the stairs to her room, head held high. She refused to cry. He Would not break her. She fell asleep thinking what it would be like to be free again.
That Monday morning, she woke up two hours earlier than normal to use her "special" coverup for the newest bruises. She had met Cedric at 13 years old. Her parents had been killed by a drunk driver on their way back from Cindy's aunt Susie's house on a clear spring night. She had been told the next morning that a foster father would be there to take care of her. She got Cedric. He seemed nice at first, but within the month he showed his true colors. He screamed at her, got drunk, sometimes he would tie her down and force her to drink as well. If she got even a B+ on ANYTHING, she would get punished. He didn't care that she was dyslexic. He cared nothing for her. She shut herself in her room and began to work on her project for Mr. Croft's class.
'My name is not important. My story, however is. I am a dyslexic, depressed student who is beaten daily by a man the state has given me. This man has been "background checked" but based on the circumstances I'm in constantly, I have given up on the state, on government, on the career I was so focused on starting into. This essay has given me a chance to say goodbye to everyone I care about. I'm sorry to say this, but I-' "1273 down the Rockefeller street everything is more than surreal!" Her ringtone for Libby cried out to be answered. "SHIT!" she whispered as she answered. "Libbs, I can't really talk right now. Yeah, call you later" she hung up, grabbed her notebook and left the house as quick as she could, so he couldn't do anything until she got home at least. Turning on her iPod full blast, she thought how fitting the song was. He WAS a monster. "You're a monster, Nobody wants her but me. So sharpen your teeth,(makes it easier to bleed) and I'm losing my mind in the middle of the night. When I'm hearing your screams and you're dead asleep. It's all a show" As soon as she got to school, she ran to the bathroom to touch up some bruises she missed, including the one on her cheek that Jimmy saw for such a small second, he was almost sure he imagined it.