My Savior [On Hold For Awhile]

My Savior ( Ch. 1 )

^* Chantal POV *^

"Now clean this shit

up!"

My father yelled at me before he walked out my room slamming the door shut.

I wiped the blood from off my face as I crawled over to my bed to remove the now blood stained sheets. I cringed as I felt the pain in my body increase with every move I made. I used all my strength to get up and limp over to the clothes hamper I had beside my closet and threw them in there. I collapsed on the floor right in front of it and began to bawl.

This all started when I was in the third grade. I'd come home from school and hear my parents yelling back and forth at eachother. I never thought much of it until one day I watched my father beat my mom. I didn't understand why he was hitting her so much even as she screamed out for him to stop. I remeber running down the stairs and trying to pull him off of her, but because he was so much bigger than me, it didn't do much. After he was done beating her he came to me, picking me up by my collar and slammed my back agaist the wall. He began hitting me and punching me causing me to cry while I watched my mother limp into the kitchen and drink down a whole bottle or liquor. From that day on, my mother has been and alcoholic while my father was abusive. Even though they both had good jobs that paid a good amount of money, that never stopped them from beating me everyday.

I tried to get up but the pain was unbearable. I tried again this time putting all my effort into getting up off this floor instead of the pain. Once I was finally up, I slowly made my way into the closet and pulled out a fresh bed set and went back over to my bed. The tears began to fog my vision as I tried to put the set onto my bed.

After about fifteen minutes I finally managed to finish my bed and make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I grabbed a pair of undergarment along with a t-shirt and some sweats and went into my bathroom. I turned the shower head on and stepped in. The hot water hitting my body made me relax only a very little bit. I looked down at my bruised body and felt the tears start again. Tears and water began to mix and run down my face as I looked over my stomach, thighs and legs. I hated my body. It was full of bruises and it looked disgusting. I didn't have the best shape. I wouldn't consider myself 'skinny' or 'fit' but I also wouldn't consider myself the 'average' size. My size wasn't exactly what I pictured a perfect body to look like. Sometimes I just wished things could be different.

*****

Twenty minutes later I stepped out the shower and put on my bra and underwear along with my sweats and shirt. I stepped out the bathroom and glanced at my clock seeing it was 9:47 p.m. I climbed into my bed, grabbing the sewed pillow my grandmother made me when I was younger.

"Hey Grams. I really wish you was here with me right now. Instead of being here crying I would be at your house watching Family Feud." I chuckled a little while I held the pillow closer to my body.

" I miss you so much. I just wish I could be wi-,"

"Chanel get your fat ass down here and make me my dinner!"

I was interrupted by my mother yelling up the stairs at me. I wiped the tears from my face and said one last thing before I got up.

"Grams, if you love me, please be with me and ask God to be with me also. Please? I love you Grams."

I kissed the pillow, setting it on the middle of my bed and got up to start going down stairs when my bed room door swung open.

"What's taking you so long damnit?!"

"I-I'm comin Ma."

She sucked her teeth and looked behind me. I followed her gaze and saw it was on my pillow.

"You still have that piece of shit?"

I looked down not wanting to make eye contact with her.

"ANSWER ME CHANTAL!"

She roughly grabbed my face making me look her on the eye.

"Y-Yes Ma-am."

She scoffed and roughly let go of my face scratching it in the process.

"It's a piece of shit just like you. Bring your fat ass on and make me my food."

She turned on her heel and began walking down the stairs. I imaged stabbing her as I walked behind. I never understood why my parents hated me so much. I was there first and only child. I made good grades ever since I stared school. I was never involved with any bad things at school and I never got in trouble. Having no friends and being quiet kind of makes you be a good child.

I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to start cooking dinner for my parents. I didn't make myself any because I didn't really have an appetite.

*****

After dinner, I quietly made my way back up stairs and layed in my bed. I turned on my side, careful not to hurt myself too much, and grabbed my pillow.

Like every night, thoughts clouded my mind as i tried to sleep. I thought about school, work, my parents and mainly my life. I began to cry, eventually crying myself to sleep.