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Chapter Two: Everyday Life In Hell

RAIN POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I open my eyes, blinking several times before my eyes focused on the small black box sitting on my nightstand. The numbers 6:00 flashed a harsh red.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shut up.I groaned mentally. I reached over to turn off the alarm and felt multiple muscles cry out in protest as I did. With the alarm off, I turned on the small lamp on my nightstand, wincing at the bright light. I lay back down and yawn. It had been a long night last night.

Okay then.I thought grimly. Let'sget it over with.I sit up, my old bed creaking lightly. I yawned again as I swung my legs off of the bed and onto the cold floor. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the light switch on the wall by the door. I turned the light on and watched as the room flooded with a harsh white light. I glanced at the door hesitating, should I even try? I grabbed the doorknob, twisting it as quietly as I could, the door opened. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He must have forgotten to lock the door last night.

Good.I thought. I have a History and Geometry test today. I couldn't afford to miss school.

I close the door gently, wincing as it creaked shut. Then I turned around facing my bare, empty room. My bed was tucked into a corner, its old rusty frame barely staying together. The nightstand was made from plywood that I found in the alley by our apartment building . My dresser was small, I didn't really need a big one. I didn't have many clothes. All my shirts and pants fit into the small dresser with extra room to spare. I didn't have a closet. Only the dresser. And that was it. I didn't have any posters or little decorations. Jeramy would kill me if I put anything like that up.

I sighed as I walked to my dresser, picking up the stack of clothes I set out last night. I quickly changed, putting my dirty clothes in a small pile in the corner of the room.

I heard the t.v. turn on downstairs and I cursed under my breath. I look at the alarm clock, it read 6:11. He's not supposed to be up yet. I grabbed my hairbrush, brushing it through my long, tangly hair. I finished getting ready in record time, grabbed my backpack, racing through the narrow hallway and down the stairs. Being as quiet as I possibly could.

Jeramy was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette like he always did in the morning. I grabbed my phone from the counter, I'm not allowed to have it in my room. I walked to the front door, still trying to be very quiet. If he found out I was still here... I shivered. I will be punished greatly.

I reached the door, putting my hand on the doorknob. I was almost out. I was almost free.

I was turning the knob when a loud rough voice rang through the apartment.

"Where do you think your going girl?" He sounded calm, almost lazy. But I knew he was going to enjoy himself in what was about to happen.

I froze, feeling my pulse quicken, I swallowed. I took my hand off of the doorknob, I realized they were shaking. I curled them into fists, trying to cease the tremors. I would not give him the joy of seeing me afraid.

"To school," I answered as calmly as I could, but I could not hide the uncertainty in my voice.

"Come here." He ordered. I bit my lip and walked obediently away from the door and towards the living room. I started feeling queasy. If this was going to be anything like last night... I had a right to be so. I turned the corner from the hallway and into the living room.

Jeramy, my adopted father was sitting on the couch, still smoking his cigaret. I walked out in front of the couch, feeling exposed under his deadly gaze. "Why are you still here? You know the rule... I don't want to see your ugly face in the morning." I flinched and shifted on my feet at the harshness of his words. He took another drag from his cigarette, blowing the foul smelling smoke in my direction. I fought the urge to cough.

"You said I need to be out of the house by 6:15. It's 6:13 now." I said stealing a glance at the clock on the wall. "You woke up early," I added quickly, seeing his irritated look. Jeramy looked at me thoughtfully. Kind of like a lion watching a zebra dying from dehydration in the middle of the hot Africa summer heat.

"Don't sass me Rain," he said sternly Go to school, but when you come back. You will regret running into me this morning." he spat. I flinched as his spit sprayed from his mouth and onto my face. But I didn't protest. I just turned around and made my way to the door, silently. I opened the door and shut it behind me. It was a miracle that I made it out without a scratch. He must have been in a good mood. A really good one.

I ran a hand through my hair, a nervous habit of mine. Let's just hope he doesn't bring any of his friends over tonight. When they all get drunk, they love to join in on the fun. They even go as far too sexually harassing me. Jeramy always 'jokes' about how much they'd be willing to pay to keep me for a night.

I make my way to the stairs, going down the two flights of stairs to the door. leave the building, using a key to lock it behind me. I look at my reflection in the glass storm door. My emerald green eyes looked back at me expectantly. I checked myself for bruises, sighing to myself when I found one right below my right ear where Jeramy had hit me the night before. My arms still had red marks from where his belt had stung my skin. and my ribs and stomach were sore from him kicking me 13 times last night. I sighed at my reflection. It was going to be a long day...

FIN

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